#agree he hates childhood bff stuff

[yuri-is-online]

I can picture Jade having a fake human profile when looking for fanfiction

Obviously he self projects on these fanfics somehow he can't read a childhood best friend trope without thinking of ace it feels like he is "#1 aceyuu shipper" WHICH HE IS NOT

I'd love to see Jade encounter how humans view his species like he finds the "These eels made me a pizza, thanks eels!" and now he wonders if you would like to feed him a frozen pizza or seeing those troubling scientific names his species get

... "Human scientists have yet to find out how eels mate" humans are very curious, noted.

Someone stop him before he fully customizes his computer with layouts and tools that can possibly give him viruses

"Merfolk au 👀👀👀?"

If this was your world you wouldn't have batted an eye at such a request, you would have cracked open a word doc and gotten right to discussing the finer points of fish dick but- well

You could actually look up what a merman's anything looked like. Domestic habits, courtship patterns, diet, would everything on the internet be reliable?

It's not of course, Jade knew that when he sent the question, but still he wondered, just how long would it take for you to start looking? Azul would never want your search history but Jade's watching it with baited breath and giddy amusement as he watches you spiral down the opposite road that he has been for this past month. It's his money and he can do what he wants with it, so if he wants to slowly but surely condition you away from writing childhood friends to lovers well-

All is fair in love and war and your human curiosity really is just so cute. If you want to see how eels behave you have a perfectly good source of information right down the street from you. He is the very picture of benevolence, all you have to do is ask~

not quite what you asked for huh sorry

[amagicdoctor]

i see your point and i agree. however even the aspect of providing kurt with a family unit (siblings) or happy childhood memories got f-up by writers in regards to margali. i hate bringing this up but nightcrawler dated his adoptive sister. they were in a relationship even back when both were at the circus. margali knew about it and let it happen. that can only mean one or two things: margali straight up told him he wasn't family so he never saw the szardos as his or she raised him separately

I do know about him dating his (adopted) sister, but this sibling/lovers situation is a very funny line that Marvel frequently crosses. Besides the obvious issue with THAT, I can't help but think Margali raised Kurt alongside her blood-children. Kurt and Stephan were brothers and BFFs, so they had to live together.

And to combat the incest issue, perhaps Margali made it clear that Kurt was adopted, but that doesn't still mean they can't be a family (adoption doesn't invalidate Margali's love for him etc). So.. maybe with that in mind, Kurt and Amanda thought it was ok to date?? gah.. which is still weird. There are tons of other comic series that have gone through similar situations and I think they have handled adopted relationships better (DC batfam for ex).

Again... this is a very funny discussion to have because I'm not trying to justify incest and I REALLY don't like the idea of saying Margali went for it because she wanted to ruin him or whatever.

I really don't know what to think.. I tend to straight out ignore LOTS of canon if it doesn't sit right with me. I know stuff like Amanda/Kurt plays a huge part in who he is now as a person, and their romance drove major plots for X-Men as well, but man. what the hell.

And I would also agree the writers screwing everything up, but you can't even say it's a product of it's time because there's that tiny little scene in LOX with Kurt and Rogue. And the infamous Maximoff twin wedding, which was between actual blood siblings so. Cursed writing all around 😐

[livvyofthelake]

fully just gonna be a magisterium post just tbh

callum hunt is 100% that guy who thinks he’s too mature to dress up for halloween (this is what he would SAY. of course the real reason he doesn’t want to dress up is because he’s terrified to be perceived as childish and he thinks every costume is embarrassing) but his friends are having a party so he does some bare minimum shit like slapping on a batman t shirt and maybe a black cape. he will be removing the cape ten minutes into the party <3

tamara rajavi is so girl who loves halloween… you just know her parents are real haters about it and never took her trick or treating and she had to go with like jasper or some non magical friend and she always saved all her allowance from september to be able to buy herself a costume because her parents will let her do all the holiday stuff ONLY if she takes care of it all because they’re just so against it… and she was probably a kid dressing up as like. a ladybug one year and wonder woman the next and princess jasmine the next etc. just always something new. bet she was PISSED in iron year when she definitely couldn’t do a costume at school. i bet they let her after the first year and she slayed. i bet her and jasper did bff costumes silver year while call was in prison. i bet they were like. sharkboy and lavagirl or something awesome. is lavagirl too thematically on the nose for tamara? maybe they were like. OH THEY WOULD SO DO DANIEL AND JOHNNY THE KARATE KID. jasper would EAT UP the cobra kai gi…. tamara would love dressing up as daniel larusso….. woah this is so real. anyway. yeah tamara is SUCH a halloween girl…

aaron stewart would loveeeee doing halloween with tamara… he had a sad childhood he’s never gotten to do the holiday properly… copper year i KNOW she got him those super fancy fake fangs so he could be a vampire…. bronze year they probably tried coordinating a trio costume but call wouldn’t commit so they had to be like. luke and leia star wars. and they got call the han solo costume but he pretended like he forgot to put it on. of course the reality is that he is terrified of the romantic implications of such a costume and overthinks the entire ordeal until he throws up. but well aaron and tamara don’t know that so they just put it down to call being a halloween hater. of course then aaron dies. but halloween after he comes back he would dive right back into the costumes… everyone else thinks it’s weird that tamara wants to do a group costume with alex strike but no one comments because they assume she just ran out of other friends and needed four more people to do the scooby doo gang or whatever. of course aaron is alex so he’s just happy to be there. the gang knows. i imagine it would take like. a week for the rest of their classmates to start suspecting but that’s irrelevant. he would slay as fred though <3 (of course call is shaggy and tamara is daphne and gwenda is velma and jasper is scooby. which he hates soooo bad but would agree to because he’s a simp and gwenda asked)

jasper of course grew up with tamara so he’s used to a certain caliber of halloween enthusiasm…. i think he would never wear a costume that’s Embarrassing in any way (until aforementioned scooby doo year. he’s normal by then he has a cool gf and friends they fixed him). he would be like. an athlete or something. idk any athletes. a famous soccer player. a famous basketball player. someone. idk. he would be a cowboy. he would be ghostface. stuff like that. never looking like he put too much thought into a costume lest he appear crazy, but never slacking it either. what did britta say about jeff in epidemiology. he puts in too much effort to pick a costume where he’s accidentally handsome. exactly. johnny lawrence as stated above. also was definitely a vampire as a kid at one point.

never got to gwenda. this post sat in my drafts for weeks but i have to just post it now because it’s literally halloween night. ok sorry gwenda i was gonna say you’d dress up as bad bitches every year like jennifer check or heather chandler or raven that’s so raven. or an unappreciated by your peers olivia pope. anyway. and post!

characters i like rn and what they would or should dress up as for halloween

[petersasteria]

Sperm Donor - BFF!CEO!Tom Holland

Pairing: BFF!Tom x Reader (platonic), Pre-School Teacher!Haz x Reader

Requested? Nah.

This is inspired by a movie that I watched a month or so ago x

They're older in this one lmao

* * * *

Life is weird. It starts slow during your childhood and when you turn twenty, you get old really fast. Panic sets in and we all suddenly become aware that we haven't done anything significant or life-changing. That's the reason why people make weird and quick decisions like: dyeing their hair a crazy color or finally quitting the job they had since they were younger. Tom wasn't panicking, though. He felt like he's done everything and he's just relaxing while managing a company he inherited. You, on the other hand, were panicking. You're already twenty-seven and you haven't done the most basic shit in life.

You already traveled around, partied, made out with strangers, having one night stands and never seeing them again, dyed your hair, etc. But after your check up from the doctor, you realized that it was time for the next step; the more serious and mature part of life. Your best friend, Tom, was still stuck in the immature part of life and you didn't want that.

Both of you were really different. At this day and age, he still wanted to do all the things both of you did when you were eighteen. Meanwhile, you've been thinking about settling down. The only problem was, you weren't dating anyone. It was totally your choice to be single, but now you wanted that to change.

You invited Tom for lunch after your check up and he happily agreed. He hasn't seen you for a long time due to him being busy. He really missed you. You went straight to yours and Tom's favorite restaurant after the check up and ordered for the both of you while waiting for him. He was a little late, because he arrived when the food arrived.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, love." He leaned in a pressed a light kiss on your cheek before sitting across from you. He loosened his tie and smiled when he saw his favorite food. He glanced at you, "Thanks for ordering."

"No problem, Tom." You playfully rolled your eyes. You took a bite of your food and cleared your throat, "So, how've you been?"

Tom looked at you as he chewed his food and shrugged, "Busy as always, but I'll always make time for you, darling."

"What are your plans?" You asked.

"Plans? For what?" Tom furrowed his eyebrows. You took a sip of your drink and said, "You know, life plans. Are you planning on settling down soon or something? Are you going on dates?"

Tom scrunched his face and quickly shook his head, "Darling, you of all people should know that I don't go on dates. I prefer sleeping around with no strings attached."

"But surely you'd want to settle down, right? Like, get married and have kids?" You trailed off. Tom just looked at you and put down his utensils, "Alright, what's going on? What's with the questions?"

You pursed your lips and stayed quiet.

"Oh, you won't say anything? Then I won't stop staring at you." Tom challenged and Tom doesn't back down at any challenge. You just shrugged and ate your food. Tom gave you a sly smile and continued to eat his food too, his gaze not leaving you.

After a few minutes, you felt creeped out and groaned, "Fine! You win!"

Tom grinned in victory, "So tell me what's wrong."

"I want to settle down." You said sternly as you looked at Tom with a serious look on your face. Tom's jaw dropped in shock.

"Are you serious??" Tom asked.

You nodded.

He chuckled, "Y/N, darling, you're a teacher for kids and it surprisingly pays well, but aren't you sick of seeing kids everyday? Besides, if you settle down, I have no one to go to parties with!"

"But we're getting old, Tom!" You whined. "And kids are actually cute!"

"You despised kids when we were twenty." Tom pointed at you.

"That was seven years ago! People change, Tom." You sighed. "Why are you so against it, anyway?"

"Because you're my ride or die! You're basically my soulmate at this point." Tom said and you nodded.

"I don't see why that has to change."

"It will change, because you won't have time for me. Then when we finally hang out, you'll talk about your baby and shit." Tom frowned. "How can we attend that party in Prague next week, if you're settling down?"

"I mean, w-we can still go." You told him.

"How will you even settle down?? You're not dating anyone." Tom challenged again.

"Sperm donor." You told him boldly and he gasped. He was surprised, because he didn't exactly imagine you having babies that way. Heck, he didn't even imagine you having babies at all. He still thought that both of you wouldn't be settling down.

"Are you for real?" Tom whispered after a moment of silence.

"Yup." You breathed.

"Oh dear god, Y/N." Tom rubbed his face. "Are you out of your mind? Just get a boyfriend."

"No fucking way. I want kids now."

"Do you even have anyone in mind??"

"I originally thought it to be you-"

"No way! I hate kids." Tom glared.

"I know, that's why I changed my mind. I've decided that my sperm donor would be Harrison." You proudly claimed with a smile. Tom stared at you and laughed, "As in your colleague? Isn't that against rules or something?"

"There are no rules, Thomas." You rolled your eyes. "I'm doing this whether you like it or not."

Tom put his hands up in surrender, "I won't stop you. It's your body; your incredibly hot body. Are you sure you want to ruin that by having kids?"

"Tom." You glared.

"Alright, I'll stop. 'M sorry, darling." Tom snickered and continued to eat his food.

-

"Can you believe that she actually wants kids? It's so weird, Sam! You should've seen her." Tom said as he took a sip of his beer.

He was visiting Sam to confide in, because Sam was the first one to have a child. Sam looked at him and chuckled, "Kids aren't that bad."

"They're whiny and needy." Tom pouted.

"And so were you when you were a baby. All babies are like that." Sam said as he looked at his one year old son who was playing with building blocks on the living room floor.

"I don't like them. That's final." Tom huffed.

Sam raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you saying you don't like your nephew?"

"Okay, he's different. He's family and-"

"Yeah and your future kids will be family too!" Sam laughed.

"I just don't want kids, okay?! Why does everyone pressure someone to have kids anyway? I'll just be your son's undeniably rich and handsome uncle who's super cool and spoils him." Tom said.

Sam laughed so hard at his claim. Tom frowned as he looked at Sam. He meant every word he said. Sam wiped away the tears in his eyes and calmed down, "I laughed, because you thought you were handsome. Everyone knows I'm arguably the best looking Holland."

Tom snickered, "Calm down, Sammy boy. You're not mum."

"Touche."

-

"Tom! I'm so glad you could make it!" You smiled when you saw him through the crowd. Tom smiled and kissed your cheek, "You know for someone who's trying to get pregnant, you're not boring at all."

You playfully slapped his arm and pointed at the paper bag he was holding, "What's that?"

"A gift for you." Tom handed it to you. "It's weird how you're having a pregnancy party thing when you're not pregnant; not yet, at least."

You took the paper bag and put it on the gift table, "Well, it's not wrong to celebrate."

"That's true and we both no I love alcohol." Tom smiled and grabbed a bottle of beer.

"I'm surprised you're not an alcoholic."

"Same here, darling."

A few moments later, Tom was already drunk and he saw Harrison. He decided it would be best to formally meet the father of your soon to be child.

"Hey mate." Tom greeted with a big grin. Harrison looked at him and nodded.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Tom asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harrison chuckled, "I do. It's just that I can't believe this is happening."

"How'd she get you to do it?" Tom asked. "I'm curious, because if I'm being honest with you, even if she flashes her boobs at me, I'd still say no."

"Well, she and I really like kids. Then she brought up the idea and I thought it was cool. She then asked me if I wanted to do it. In my head, I said no, but the more I thought about it, the more I started to agree."

"And you agreed? Just like that?" Tom asked in surprise.

Harrison nodded, "Yeah. We even talked about the visitation arrangement and stuff and that she'd live with me when she's on maternity leave so I could help her around and stuff."

"Holy shit. You guys are prepared." Tom chuckled. "I'm actually impressed. Why don't you start dating and be an official family?" Tom joked.

"I would be lying if I told you that I haven't thought about it before." Harrison confessed. "But I thought she was dating you and I backed off for a while until I dated someone."

"Dated? As in like you're not with this person anymore?" Tom asked. Harrison just nodded. "Then you're more than welcome to date, Y/N! As her bestest friend in the whole wide world, you have my permission." Tom slurred.

"My ex and I kinda just broke up a week ago and it's still fresh and I don't want Y/N to think that she'd be a rebound." Harrison looked down.

"Oh." Tom said. "Well, thanks for not dating her, I guess. At least she wouldn't feel that she was a rebound.

"Yeah." Harrison smiled a small smile.

"Well, I'll go to the restroom, yeah? I'll talk to you later. As her best friend, I feel like I should get to know you more." Tom hiccuped as he stumbled away to go to the restroom in your apartment.

Tom finally made it to the bathroom and did his business. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands with soap and water thrice. No one knew why, but he's been doing that ever since he was old enough to go to the bathroom on his own. It kind of annoyed you, because whenever he was at your place, the hand soap you just bought is already half empty (or half full, depending on how you look at it). You had to get him his own hand soap whenever he was in your place. You even put a label on it.

After he was done washing his hands thrice with soap and water, he saw a little container with Harrison's name on it. He chuckled when he realized it was Harrison's... you know.

"So, these are his best swimmers." Tom drunkenly chuckled to himself. He clumsily took the container and opened it. "Did he fill it up or something?" Tom curiously asked as he took a peek. Due to being really drunk, he was unable to stand still and because of that, the container fell in the sink and Harrison's 'best swimmers' went down the drain.

Tom's eyes widened in horror and he panicked, "Holy shit! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my fucking god! Y/N's going to fucking kill me."

He paced back and forth in the bathroom until he came up with a plan. A stupid plan at that. He could've made up some shitty excuse that the container fell on its own, but he didn't. Instead, he cleaned the container and sighed to himself. He sat on the toilet and took out his phone to look at something to jerk off to. When he found something, he did his business.

-

Once Tom was done with everything (including his thing of washing his hands thrice), he finally exited the bathroom.

"Tom, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!" You smiled at him and dragged him to the living room. Everyone was gathered around and Tom started to feel like he was in a cult and you were the leader.

"Okay so, I'd like to say a few words." You started. "Thank you all so much for coming to this party! I appreciate all the gifts already. It's like a baby shower, but at the same time it isn't, y'know?"

Everyone chuckled except Tom. He was already kind of sober and he couldn't comprehend what just happened in the bathroom. You were saying something, but he couldn't understand it, because he wasn't focused. He finally snapped out of it when he heard Harrison's name.

"Thank you so much, Harrison. If it weren't for you, my dream wouldn't come true." You smiled as Harrison chuckled.

'Oh god. I'm so sorry, Harrison.' Tom thought.

"Lastly, I'd like to thank Tom." You looked at him with a bright smile. He couldn't help but return it. "Thank you for being supportive about this. You're the best. I love you." You added.

Tom chuckled nervously, "I love you too, darling. I want you to be happy and if having a baby makes you happy, then who am I to go against it?"

You grinned and pulled him in for a hug. Everyone around you clapped. Tom hugged back, but his thoughts were running wild.

'Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I ruined it.' Tom thought.

The next day, he didn't go to work. He went back to Sam's place which was weird, because it was early in the morning. Sam was awake anyway, because he was cooking breakfast for his fiance and son.

As soon as Sam opened the door, Tom went straight in. "Um, sure. Come in and make yourself at home." Sam said sarcastically as he closed the door. He followed Tom to the kitchen and asked why he was there,

"I fucked up." Tom said.

"You always do, but what did you fuck up this time?" Sam asked as he fried the bacon.

"Y/N's pregnancy." Tom bit his lip.

"What do you mean by that?" Sam questioned as he glanced at his older brother for a second before turning back to the bacon.

"I, uh, fuck. Um, I don't know how to say it."

"Just spit it out, man!"

"I'm going to be the father of her baby." Tom spat.

Sam quickly turned off the stove and fully gave his attention to Tom, "What? How? Why? I thought that guy Harvey-"

"Harrison." Tom corrected.

"I thought that guy, Harrison, was the dad?" Sam asked in confusion and slight panic.

Tom groaned and rubbed his face and crossed his arms, "I may or may not have accidentally opened it and it fell in the sink and his sperm is most likely swimming through the pipes as we speak."

Sam's jaw dropped, "Holy fucking shit. Did you tell her?"

"Um, no? Was I supposed to?"

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT. Of fucking course you were supposed to tell her!" Sam gasped. "Sometimes I even wonder why you got the company."

Tom glared at him and Sam shrugged, "You need to tell Y/N or she'll murder you."

"She'll get mad." Tom whined.

"She'll get even more mad if she finds out after the baby comes out and it looks like you!!" Sam pointed out. "Harrison's fucking blonde, mate."

"How'd you know?" Tom asked.

"Y/N showed me his picture after you told me she was getting a sperm donor." Sam explained but shook his head. "Wait, we're getting off-track. She'll be fucking shocked and confused if the baby won't look like Harrison."

"Oh my god. I never thought of that!" Tom bit his nails in panic.

"You idiot!" Sam shrieked. He still couldn't believe it. The two brothers stood there in silence until Sam decided to break it.

"So, um, welcome to fatherhood?" Sam said but it ended up like a question. "You know, what if it doesn't work the first try?"

"That could happen?" Tom asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Sam nodded, "Yeah. It's normal. She could ask Harrison again if it doesn't work and then you're back to your bachelor life! For now, it's time for the waiting game."

"Alright. Let the waiting game begin." Tom sighed. It was selfish of him, but he really hoped it wouldn't work.

-

"Tom!" You smiled through the phone.

"What? I'm kinda busy at the moment." Tom said as he typed away on his laptop and put you on speaker. "You're on speaker. Just tell me the thing you have to tell me."

"I'm pregnant!" You squealed.

"Oh shit!" Tom said loudly and put his head in his hands. His life was officially over.

"Tom?" You said. Tom's eyes widened in realization that he said it out loud, "I meant- oh shit! It actually worked the first time! That's- that's cool! Because you know, sometimes it doesn't work... the first time."

He quickly put you off speaker and pressed the phone to his ear. "So, what's your next move?"

"I'm telling the dad, of course! He'd be so thrilled!" You swooned.

"Y-Yeah! T-That's... yeah, you go do that. I'm really happy for you! It's all working out." Tom said, hoping that he masked his nervousness well. Thankfully, you were too happy to notice and he was glad.

"How-How will you tell him?" Tom asked.

"I'll buy him a mug that says 'best dad in the world!' or something." You giggled. "Both of us have been wanting this."

"Well, why aren't you dating?" Tom questioned. "I mean, he seems like a great guy. I approve of him. He's better than all of your exes."

Tom really meant that. He liked Harrison for you. He thought that both of you would be a great pair. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have romantic feelings for you before, but he realized that it was just strong infatuation. Nothing else. What both of you have was simply platonic.

"He's not ready to date." You explained. "But that's okay, because I'll be having his gorgeous baby! AAAAHHHHH I'M PREGNANT!!!!" You excitedly screamed.

Tom had to put his phone away from his ear so that you wouldn't break his eardrums. He was really happy that you were happy, but he couldn't help but feel scared when you find out that the baby was his.

He put the phone to his ear and said, "Well, good luck on telling him." He smiled, because you finally got what you wanted.

"Thanks, Tommy. Love you!"

"Love you too!" He hung up and quickly texted Sam about the news. Sam replied and texted: "Oh shit lmao good luck, daddy-o!"

Tom sighed deeply at his brother's response before drowning himself in work.

-

The whole time during your pregnancy, Tom found himself constantly checking on you. Despite the fact that you're carrying his baby, he still didn't like the idea of kids. It was a personal reason and he didn't know why. He was confused.

He remembered the phone call he got from you when you found out the gender of the baby. You were so happy and every time he thought about it, he smiled.

"I'm having a boy." You said happily.

Tom looked at you in shock for a few seconds until his face broke into a smile, "That's great! Wow. A boy."

A son. You're carrying his son and he doesn't know how to feel about it. As your best friend, you kept sending him pictures of the ultrasounds and you told him everything you were feeling during the pregnancy.

Tom did everything to support you, but in a subtle way, of course. You still thought that Harrison was the father of your baby and Tom didn't want to outshine that. He knew that Harrison would be a better father than him, but Tom wanted to be a father to his son too. It was then that he realized he wasn't opposed to the idea of having babies. He was just scared of having them and not being a good father.

But now, he has a son on the way and his son was in his best friend's womb. The person he loved and cared about was carrying his son. He thought it was amazing and for once in his life, he was genuinely happy and excited.

As much as Tom wanted to stay in London and check up on you and the baby, he had to go to New York for business. He doesn't know how long he'll be gone, but he knew it'd be awhile. When he gets back, his son would probably be walking already.

You, Tom and Harrison were at the airport and you were bidding him goodbye. Tom hugged you tight, but not too much, because he didn't want to hurt you.

"I'll miss you!" You cried.

"I'll miss you too! In fact, I already miss you." Tom said, chuckling. He pulled away and wiped your tears away. "Don't cry or the baby will look ugly."

"That's not a thing. You're just saying that." You lightly chuckled.

"Yeah so that you wouldn't cry and it worked." Tom smiled. He turned to Harrison and pulled him in for a hug as well, "Take care of my best friend, yeah?"

Tom was kind of scared to leave you, but he trusted Harrison.

Harrison surprisingly hugged back and said, "I will. You can trust me, mate. I'll call you when I don't know what to do."

Tom chuckled and pulled away, "Feel free to call anytime, then."

Tom didn't have time to say anything else, because his flight was being called. You frowned and said goodbye to him one last time. He waved at both of you and left.

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑...

It's been five years since Tom left and you haven't seen him since. During those five years, you managed to do a lot of things. You gave birth, you started officially dating Harrison, you moved in with him, nailing motherhood, talking to Tom from time to time, etc.

Tom was doing well. He was really happy with all the photos you sent him. He would smile at the photos, but the fact that he was the father of your son was still at the back of his mind. It's been five years and he still hasn't told you. He didn't know what to do, so he called Sam. Only Sam knew his secret, anyway.

"Hey Sam!" Tom greeted with a smile through the screen. Sam smiled at him and waved back. Tom squinted and asked, "Is that Harry?"

"Yeah! Harry's back!" Sam grinned.

"Hey Tom! I missed you!" Harry shouted in glee. Harry has been traveling the world for photography and he decided it was time to go back and slow down, because he was already twenty-nine years old.

"I missed you too, man!" Tom grinned.

"So, Tom... why'd you call?" Sam asked as he fixed his hair and moved a bit so Harry could fit in the frame.

"First of all, I'm coming back home tomorrow." Tom said.

"That's great!"

"We could finally hang out again!"

"Yeah and that's not all." Tom gulped.

"What's up?" Sam asked.

"Um, I still haven't told Y/N." Tom bit his lip.

Sam's eyes widened, already knowing what he was talking about, "WHAT?? IT'S BEEN FIVE YEARS, THOMAS."

"Tell Y/N what? What'd I miss?" Harry asked in confusion.

Sam sighed, "Tom's the father of Y/N's baby and Y/N doesn't know that because she knows that the father this whole time was Harrison. I'm sure she's confused after the baby came out, because guess what, Harry!"

"What?"

"Harrison's fucking blonde! And I've seen her son... he fucking looks like you, Tom." Sam said and Tom winced because it was true. He saw the pictures after all.

"Oh my fucking god, Tom. Tell her." Harry said in shock. "If I were Y/N, I'd be pissed you didn't tell me before."

"Yeah, that's what I said five years ago." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, will you? I'll tell her when I get back. I'll tell both of them." Tom said, mentally preparing himself and his speech.

-

You and Harrison invited Tom for dinner when he got back and Tom was nervous. He hasn't seen both of year for five years and he just randomly tells you that you and him have a child together.

You opened the door and squealed when you saw him. You hugged him and let him in yours and Harrison lovely home. It was just right for raising a family and Tom mentally cringed when he remembered his speech that he prepared.

"I missed you, Tom!"

"I missed you too, darling." Tom smiled softly as he took a good look at you. "Oh my god. Please don't murder me, but are you pregnant, by any chance? You're glowing."

You giggled and nodded, "Surprise! I'm two months pregnant now and I'm engaged too. Harrison and I decided we wanted the little guy to have a sibling."

Tom nodded, "That's great!"

"Thank you!" You grinned as you led him to the dining area.

All three of you sat on the dining table and all three of you were happily eating. Or maybe just you and Harrison. Tom was just poking his food around.

"I have something to say." Tom finally said.

"Oh, okay." Harrison said.

"What's up?" You asked. "You look like you have a major problem."

"It's about your son." Tom said.

"Caiden? What about Caiden?" Harrison asked.

Tom took a deep breath and took a sip of water before clearing his throat. He looked at both of you, "Please don't be mad, but I've been keeping a secret from you for years now."

"What?" You were confused. Harrison was confused too.

"I'm Caiden's father." Tom said.

"What?" Harrison asked as he looked at you. You looked at Harrison and shrugged, "Thomas, what are you talking about?"

"That night. Your pregnancy shit party. My drunk self did something stupid and-"

"What did you do?" You asked. Tom couldn't read the look on your face.

"I took the container where Harrison's sperm was and I took a peek, because I was- I was curious if he filled the whole container up and-"

"Dude, that's fucking sick." Harrison looked at him in horror.

"I know, I know and I'm sorry!" Tom panicked. "And then I guess I couldn't stand straight because the container fell in the sink and Harrison's thing fell in the drain."

Harrison's jaw dropped and so did yours. Tom bit his lip and sighed before continuing, "And so I cleaned the container and- and I replaced his sperm with mine, thinking it would help."

All three of you sat in silence after that. It was some news. It wasn't good news and it wasn't bad news. It was just... news.

Harrison cleared his throat and said, "I thought Caiden didn't look like me, because of weird genetics or something science related. Because it happens, you know? I heard that there's a really really small percentage that a baby would look different from its parents. Like, being ginger or something like that. So I thought it was that, but now that you said it, it makes sense."

You didn't say anything, because it was hard to process and it was hard to think that he probably kept it for so long.

"Caiden even got your hand washing trait. He has his own hand soap in the bathroom too." Harrison added and pursed his lips.

"Wait. Really?" Tom asked.

Harrison nodded. He looked tensed and you didn't blame him. Harrison wiped his mouth with the table napkin and gave you both a tight-lipped smile, "I'll just, uh, I need- I need some air."

You nodded and Tom closed his eyes and let his head hang low. Harrison stood up from his seat and quickly left to go to the backyard. You looked at Tom and frowned, "I wish you could've told me that same night, y'know? Before I did anything."

"I know and I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry." Tom opened his eyes and looked at you. "You were just so happy and then you had that speech and- I didn't want to ruin that."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Tom said sadly.

"You know, Harrison was upset because Caiden didn't have ANYTHING that resembled him. But he convinced himself that it was okay and it was this science shit that he mentioned. He probably feels like shit right now and I'll just clear my head, okay? I'll talk to you; we'll talk to you." You sighed as you stood up. Tom did the same. He didn't feel welcome. If he were being honest, it didn't feel right for him to sit there after he told you both.

"Thank you for telling us, Thomas. If you'll excuse me, my fiance needs me." You said softly and gave him a small smile before going to the backyard.

Tom looked down and escorted himself out of your house.

-

Harrison was obviously upset. The son he thought was his turned out to be someone else's. He felt really dumb, but he realized that Caiden didn't have to be related to him by blood for him to treat Caiden like his own son. He didn't see why that had to change. He loved Caiden with all his heart from the second he found out you were pregnant until now. Caiden was still the same Caiden he knew and loved. The only difference was, he wasn't the biological father after all. It was Tom.

Harrison knew you were kind of upset that Tom told you years later, but Harrison knew you didn't regret anything. Harrison didn't regret anything either. He loved taking care of you especially now that you're carrying HIS child this time. Both of you were very sure of that, because you two actually did it.

You still haven't spoken to Tom and Harrison kind of figured out that both of you were stubborn. So, he took it upon himself to reach out to Tom. He asked for Tom to meet up with him and Tom agreed. What Tom didn't know was that Harrison was bringing Caiden with him.

Harrison asked Tom to meet up with him at the park. He asked Tom if they could go for a morning run and Tom said yes. On the other hand, he told you that he was taking Caiden to the park for him to play with other kids. Of course, you agreed.

Tom wasn't there yet when Harrison arrived and he let Caiden join the other kids at the playground. Three minutes later, Tom arrived and asked, "Are we here so that you could punch me in the face or something? Because I think I deserve that."

Harrison smiled and shook his head, "No. My love for Caiden will never change whether I'm his biological father or not. And even if the world turns upside down, Caiden will still know me as his father."

Tom nodded, "I understand and I'm not trying to take him away from you if that's what you're thinking."

"That's good to know, because I don't know what I'd do without him." Harrison smiled and offered Tom to sit next to him. Tom sat down and waited for Harrison's next words.

"I just want to know what your plans are, because he's yours." Harrison said.

Tom shook his head, "Caiden's yours more than he's mine. I'm just a sperm donor if you think about it. But I do want to be part of his life. Maybe when he grows up, he'll understand. I want to help both of you in raising him and I want to thank you both for raising him well. He wouldn't be who he is without both of you and I appreciate that."

"I guess I just want him to acknowledge me as his dad too? Is that wrong? Because I can back off right now and pretend we didn't have this conversation." Tom added.

"No, it's not wrong. You have every right to say that, because you're his real dad." Harrison assured.

"But I can't take care of kids. Heck, I can't even take care of my own nephew before. I've always been the bachelor or the playboy or whatever everyone calls me and I've grown to like it? Like, I genuinely love it and wouldn't change anything else in the world. Caiden's just the cherry on top of it. I hope you don't mind, but uh, since he's kind of my son too..." Tom trailed off and Harrison nodded for him to continue.

"I fixed some papers and signed them. All I need are yours and Y/N's signatures... I want Caiden to inherit my company." Tom said. "No one else will have that but him and I'll teach him the ropes when he's of age and- it would be really nice to have an heir and Caiden's my only heir. I hope you understand."

"I do." Harrison said. "As much as I want Caiden to acknowledge you as his dad, I don't want him to forget about me and to start comparing." He chuckled.

"I won't do that to you or Y/N. I'll follow anything you guys say. So how will-"

"Daddy! Daddy! I found a snail near the slide!" a tiny voice called. Harrison glanced at Tom and grinned before looking at the child. Tom looked at where Harrison was looking at and his jaw dropped. Caiden was a spitting image of him and it warmed his heart.

"Caiden, buddy, I want you to meet uncle Tom." Harrison pulled the four year old to sit on his lap and ran his fingers through the child's hair.

Tom looked at him and smiled and he teared up a bit, "Hey buddy."

"Hi! I like your shirt." Caiden gave him a toothy grin. Tom looked down at his shirt before looking at Caiden, "You can have it when you're older."

Caiden's eyes widened and looked at Harrison who chuckled, "What'll you say, Caiden?"

"Thank you!" Caiden giggled. "I'll play again. Bye!" With that, Caiden got off from Harrison's lap and went back to play with his new friends.

Tom couldn't believe what just happened. Harrison said, "He knows we don't look alike, by the way. He doesn't seem to mind, though. But I know we should tell him as early as now that you're his real dad."

"I'm not opposed with that idea." Tom admitted. The two of them watched Caiden as they changed the topic and talked about life.

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑...

You and Harrison finally told Caiden the truth. Tom was present, of course. He wanted to see how Caiden will react. Caiden didn't see anything bad about it, though. He loved it even more.

"So, uncle Tom is my real daddy?" Caiden asked one more time and all three of you nodded. Caiden grinned and said, "I have two daddies?"

"Well... yeah." You said with a shrug.

"That's cool!" Caiden giggled. He looked at Tom and pointed at Harrison as he did so, "I call my daddy already. What will I call you?"

"Anything you want." Tom said, not really bothered if he still calls him 'uncle Tom' or not.

"I'll call you papa." Caiden smiled and hugged him. Tom looked at you and Harrison in surprise and both of you just urged him to return the gesture because he wasn't sure.

Tom hugged back and it felt nice. He felt great. He then made a mental note to himself to hug his nieces and nephews.

From then on, all three of you agreed that Tom would have Caiden during Friday until Sunday and on some occasions when you and Harrison were busy. All three of you also agreed that there would be days when all four of you would go out to really bond.

You didn't really wish to have a family like this, but you did and if you were being honest, you wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

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this is the longest fic I've written here so far omg but i hope y'all liked it

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[couprang]

Can I have something related to Jeonghan I don't mind it either being angsty or fluffy but anything with a happy ending would do. Like you being force to choose between Jeonghan and Joshua wishlist you used to be close with Jeonghan but he left you and now you are BFF with Joshua and Jeonghan feels jealous and so on.... Thanks. Take your time though❤️❤️

hii !! thank you for being patient,, here’s your request i hope you enjoyyy <33

ps. sorry for the bad narrations ><

summary: jeonghan was your childhood friend but he left you alone, without a word. now that, you’ve seen him, he would always find a way to apologize to you. would you give him a second chance?

pairing: jeonghan x reader

genre: fluff, sort of crack idk

word count: 928 words

“i’m here.” you said as you looked at your surroundings. “i’m coming, alright? where are you right now?” your college best friend, joshua asked you. “i’m near a bus stop and a convinience store. i’ll be waiting, you’re so slow.” joshua chuckles through the phone, “i’m sorry, okay? i’ll treat you as an apology.” joshua replied.

“whatever. just hurry!” you hang up. joshua asked you to come with him since he was going to a book festival and you agreed. you never thought joshua would be late at these kind of stuff since he’s always early in school.

since it was summer and the weather was so hot, you decided to go in the convinience store while waiting for your friend. while scrolling through your phone, you felt a figure in front of you.

you lifted your eyes away from your phone as you saw a man. he had angelic features and you can’t deny that he was attractive when you first saw him. you frowned at him as his eyes were fixed on you. you looked behind you but there was only glass.

“uhh...? are you alright, sir?” you asked “perhaps.. are you.. y/n?” he asked. your curiosity grew as you turned off your phone and kept it in your bag. you swore to yourself that you never met this man nor he didn’t look familiar at all.

“who are you?” you asked him as he smiles, “don’t you remember? it’s me! jeonghan, your childhood friend?” you eyes widened in shock as you covered your mouth with your hand.

you stood up from your seat as you smacked his arm. he held his arm as he winced in pain. “you bastard, yoon jeonghan. leaving me without saying any word? and now you’d come up to me saying-” “y/n, i’m sorry, okay? i was about to tell you but i forgot. please forgive me.”

“hey,” joshua walks in “you guys know each other?” joshua asks.

“no.” you answered.

“yes.” jeonghan answered.

you looked at jeonghan in annoyance. “oh hey, y/n! i forgot to introduce you to jeonghan. he’ll be transferring in our class next week.” your eyebrows creaseas you look at jeonghan who was smirking at you.

and winked at you.

“off to somewhere, jeonghan?” joshua asks, “not really. i’m about to head home. i must be bothering both of you.” jeonghan replies “ye-” “want to join us? were going to the book festival it’s just a walking distance.” you look at joshua in disbelief.

“of course!” jeonghan replies delightfully. 

as the three of you arrived in the venue, it was loud and there were beautiful decorations hanging around. as the time passes, joshua was looking or the books he’d like to buy and read while you, you were skimming through the boks that caught your eye.

when you were about to get a book, another hand landed on top of yours. you looked up to see jeonghan. you cleared your throat as you snatched the book and opened a random page, pretending you’re reading it.

“are you seriously not gonna talk to me?” jeonghan asks boringly. “why would i?” you asked, “look, i already said i’m sorry. i’m really glad that i met you today.” you looked at him as he smiles.

jeonghan continued to talked to you even though you weren’t replying. when the day was done, you finally plopped yourself down your bed. when your eyes were about to fall, a notification from your phone bothered you.

hi it’s jeonghan! joshua gave me your number!

you lazily ran your fingers through the keyboard and turned off your phone.

hi?? you must’ve got the wrong number? i don’t know joshua nor you lol 

it’s been months, which felt like hell for you because of jeonghan. he would always annoy you, tease you and do anything just to catch your attention. you would lazily ignore him but this day, he wasn’t even inching himself from you.

it’s not that you were complaining but the atmosphere felt slightly different.

“spacing out?” joshua asks as he sits across from your table. “is jeonghan alright?” you asked him as he frowns at you, “i thought you hated jeonghan? are you finally growing feelings for him?” you gave him a face.

“he’s okay. he told me that if you’re not gonna forgive him, he’ll stop teasing you.” you looked at jeonghan who was sitting with his other friends as you sighed. 

“if i were you, i wouldn’t be ignoring him right now.” your eyes went on joshua who was munching on his burger. “if i were you i’d choose him.” you were visibly confused as joshua chuckles, “come on! don’t be such a brat!” 

you glanced back on jeonghan’s table, he was seen nowhere. your eyes skimmed through the canteen as you saw him, leaving. you immediately got up from your seat and followed him.

“yoon jeonghan!” you called as he looked back at you, confused.

you walked towards him and he was frowning at you. “look, i’m sorry if i annoyed you for the past few months. i know, that was very wrong of me.” “no, i was wrong.” you cut him off.

“what?” he asked “ i should’ve not treated you that way.” you said as you reached out for his hands and caressed them, “i apologize.” 

“can we start again?” jeonghan chuckles, “i don’t want us to start as friends.” it was your time to frown as jeonghan scoots closer to you.

“can you be my girlfriend this time?” jeonghan asks with a smile plastered on his face.

[mxsmwndr]

Royals

prince!newt x peasant!reader

This is a bit longer than I expected, and I'm trying to work on catching up. Sorry it's late. Also, happy Newt day!! Please make requests! I have a prompt list posted below. Message me to be added to a tag list.

- (Y/n) is Your Name, (Y/bff/n) is Your Best Friend's Name, (Y/g/n) is Your Guardian's Name, (Mr/s) is Mr/Mrs, (f/c) is favorite color, (f/f/t) if favorite fruit tree, (f/f) is favorite fruit -

You turned, "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" (Y/bff/n) yelled to you. They were sprinting, nearly falling over as they rushed to your side, a small piece of paper tightly grasped in their dominant hand while they waved to you with their other.

And at the sound of your name you turned, coming face to face with the young (blonde/brunette/whatever floats their boat). Sending them a warm smile, you set down your basket of apples.

"What?" You asked as you walked over to meet them next to your tree.

It was a (f/f/t). You got it on your sixth birthday from (G/n). Ever since, it's grown quite tall, and quite strong. You and (Y/bff/n) spent most of your childhood climbing it. That, and throwing (f/f)s at a shank named Gally.

(Y/bff/n) panted for a second, before explaining that the Prince was hosting a ball. They grinned, holding a flyer for proof.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Okay... remind me why you're telling me this, again? I mean, not to be rude and everything but it's invite only."

"It's a masquerade," (Y/bff/n) prompted. When they noticed you ccouldn't follow their train of thought, they sighed, "We don't have to be invited!"

"But--"

"No "but"'s. We are going." They said. You tried to open your mouth, but they cut you off. "And don't even try to use not having the right outfit as an excuse because I already got you one."

"How?"

(Y/bff/n) smirked, "I have my ways."

You chuckled slightly at them, Of course. "Okay, but even then I still couldn't go. Sorry."

"Why not!?"

"I gotta do stuff...."

(Y/bff/n) raised an eyebrow, "Is that code for 'you're already having a secret affair with the Prince'?"

Your eyes widened, "No! Tha...that's disgusting! You're disgusting!!" You said.

(Y/bff/n) laughed loudly, "Jeez, (Y/n), you should've seen your face. I was kidding then, but now I'm not sure...." You reached over plucked an apple from your tree, and playfully threw an apple at them, which they ducked just in time. "Alright, alright." They said, putting up their hands in surrender. "I'll meet you over at out spot at sundown tonight. Just tell (Mr/s) (Y/g/n) your sleeping over with me." They said, saluting you with two fingers before they left.

You smiled to yourself, and continued picking apples for (Y/g/n)'s pie tonight.

--

You wished (Y/g/n) sweet dreams, and left your house, heading for the woods to where Y/bff/n told you to meet them.

"I'm here!" You shouted, opening the door into your small cottage.

"Oh, (Y/n)!" (Y/bff/n) said. "Try this on!" They shoved a (f/c) (dress/suit) into your arms, and pushed you into the room you made for yourself. They shut the door behind them, and left you in the dark. You lit a candle, and changed out of your old outfit, into your new one. Once you finished, you walked over to a mirror.

The outfit was beautiful. Long, silk sleeves hugged your arms, but not too tightly. The rest of it showed off your curves, and ran down to your legs. The soft fabric felt like a dream compared to your peasant clothes. You knew you couldn't accept this, but man, you wanted to.

"(Y/n)?" (Y/bff/n) called, knocking on the door.

"Yes?" You asked, your voice straining.

"How does it look?"

You twirled around in front of the mirror. "Lovely."

"It fits!?" (Y/bff/n) squealed.

You inhaled slowly, "Yes. Yes, it does."

"May I come in?"

You nodded your head, but soon realized that (Y/bff/n) couldn't see you. "Y-yeah," you said. The doorknob turned, revealing (Y/bff/n), who stood wide-eyed and has dropping to the stone floor below you.

"Shit, you look hot!" They said, causing you to giggle.

"Thank you, but I don't think I can accept this. I-it's too much. I--"

"Shut up, shuck-face. You're going, and you're wearing that. The Prince would be blind if he didn't notice you."

You blushed, "Thank you."

(Y/bff/n) waved it away, "I'm just statin' the truth. Now come on, I need your opinion on my (dress/suit)." You followed (Y/bff/n) out of your room, and into theirs. They rushed over to their cot, and held up two outfits--one a deep burgundy, and one a dark grey, with white accents. You choose the burgundy one. The grey seemed to be too much.

"Great!" Ybffn said. "I'll pick you up next week, at yours."

You sighed, knowing there was no use in protest. You agreed, and wished (Y/bff/n) sweet dreams.

--

The second you walked into the ballroom, you felt self conscious about everything. Was your hair alright? Did your outfit have any wrinkles on it that you missed? What if it actually wasn't a masquerade? (Y/bff/n) picked up on your nervous energy, and reassured you that everything was alright. "Look!" they said, pointing in front of you. "The Prince!"

You turned, and your breath hitched in your throat. His golden hair seemed to shine in the lighting, and his chocolatey eyes squinted under his mask as he smiled, greeting his guests. The black suit he wore only made him look 10x more handsome. And tall. As much as you hated to admit it, you knew you were falling for him. It was obvious he was the main topic of all the kingdoms conversation.

"Huh," (Y/bff/n) said to themselves. "He's not as hot as I expected."

You looked at them funny, "What?!" You asked.

"Everyone always talks about how hot the Prince is, and I gotta say I expected a better looking man. Whatever, though. It's whatever." They said with a shrug. "Ooh!" Their eyes lit up. "Speaking of, don't look behind you. I'm going to go get myself a drink or two." They said.

"Wait, no!" You called. "Don't leave me here." You whispered under your breath.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, Just like you practiced. You told yourself, coming face-to-face with the blond haired, brown eyed Angel himself. Newton.

"Your highness," you said in your best 'princess' voice, bowing slightly. Newton did the same.

"Princess..."

"(Y/n). O-of Arica."

"(Y/n) of Arica," Newton repeated, as if testing it out on his tounge. He smiled warmly, "How are you doing?" New asked, reaching his elbow to the side, urging you to take it. You did, and responded with an:

"I'm well. How are you?"

"I'm fine." Newton responded. "Uh, please forgive me, but I don't remember where Arica is. Could you point it out on a map?"

"Of course, " You said, internally panicking as you walked over to a mapping room with the Prince. "It's right... here." You said, pointing towards the southernmost coast of an island.

Newton looked at it closely, but nodded his head in acceptance. "I've never heard of it." He said.

"We mostly to keep to ourselves," You said. Nice, (Y/n).

Once again, Newton nodded. "I'll have to visit sometime," he said, leading you out of the mapping room and into the courtyard.

"Sure," you said, knowing this would be your only time you'd talk to the Prince. Really, it'd be the only time you'd talk to any prince.

"So..." The Prince said, kicking rocks below his feet, an annoying habit he's picked up over the years.

"How is 'the maze'?" You asked Newton, earning a small smile from him.

"I think it's well. But honestly, I don't know. I've been thinking of traveling there some time, just to see the people in there, but father doesn't approve. Sonya's done it a few times. She disguises herself as a peasant, sneaking out every once in a while. I'd love to join her, but mother and father keep a close watch on me. Bloody keep reminding me that I need to act like a king, and whatever." he said.

"So why don't you just leave one night? I've done it," Newton raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" He asked, eyes lighting up.

"Yes. I like to think that if you're going to rule a kingdom, you need to know the people in it."

"Exactly!" The Prince said. "That's my thought, too!" You looked at the prince, smiling. "Okay," he said, turning to the right, leading you outside of the courtyard. "You see that?" Your eyes followed to where Newton pointed, at the horizon of his kingdom.

"Yeah,"

"Pretty, right?"

"Beautiful." You've seen sunsets in Glade many times, but never like this; in front of a castle, holding onto a prince's arm.

Newton smiled at you, and you did the same.

"So what's it like?" You asked him.

"What's what like?"

"The pressure of almost being king. Having everyone look up to you, people rushing to your service every time you need it? Trying to find a queen?" You winked, elbowing him lightly.

Newton pressed his lips together, into a thin line. "Bloody hell. I suppose it's the same as almost becoming queen," he said. "All honestly, I like to do things for myself, and having people bow down to my every time I walk up to them is a little awkward. I can't really find the right woman to rule by my side, and that stresses me out a bit as well. Coronation is coming up quickly, and father's arguments don't help. He wants me to be with Harriet, Sonya's best friend, but I don't know. I mean, she's great and all, but I just.... "

"I get it," you lied. "My father wants me to find someone to rule besides me as well."

"Really?" Newton asked.

No. "Yeah. He wanted me to meet you, in hopes of uniting out kingdoms, or whatever."

Newton smiled, "Well, how does that make you feel?"

"I... don't know. I mean, you seem like a wonderful person and everything, but I dont want to marry someone I just met. No offense."

Newton out his hands up in surrender, "None taken. I feel the same way." 

You smiled, "Shall we go now then?"

Newton looked up at you, "Pardon me?"

"Go. Like, into the village. See the people there. I could help you--"

"Newt!" A high-pitched voice called. She sounded very formal, and you'd be lying to say it didn't crush you inside.

Newton turned, "Yes?" He asked. You turned as well, finding a girl with blonde hair in front of you two, leaning against a fountain. She reminded you of the prince. In looks, at least.

"Mother wants you to meet Arabella. She's here." The woman said. You were surprised to hear mockery in her voice when she mentioned the princess Arabella. That was not very royal of her.

Newton sighed, turning to you. "I'm very sorry, but I must go." He said. "It was wonderful talking to you. Will I see you again?"

You shook your head, "Most likely not, your majesty. I must be going."

Newton frowned, "At least let me walk you to the door, yes?"

You nodded slowly. "Yes, but I must find (Y/bff/n) first." You said.

--

"And... that was it."

"That was it?! That was it?!" (Y/bff/n) said, rather disappointed.

"Well, yeah... we went to find you. W-what did you think was going to happen?"

"A kiss?!"

You snorted, "He's the prince."

"So?"

"We're peasants...? I-I don't understand."

(Y/bff/n) rolled their eyes, "You would if you'd have stayed the night with that prince of yours." They said, winking.

"Egh. No! (Y/bff/n)!" You said, turning to face them with a disgusted expression.

"Oh!" (Y/bff/n) said, snapping their fingers milliseconds after their eyes lit up. "I know what you should do! Go to the castle and give him a tour of the city!!"

"Won't he be suspicious that I know the kingdom so well?"

(Y/bff/n) shrugged, "Just tell him you went exploring."

"What about curfew?" You asked.

"Hide." (Y/bff/n) said like it was the obvious answer.

Once again, you rolled your eyes, chuckling.

--

"Thank you," Newton said.

You turned to face him, "Hmm?"

"For getting me out of my castle. Thanks for your help." He said.

You blushed, "Oh. It's... it's good." You said, kicking the rocks below your feet. "Don't mention it."

"So... when do you leave?"

You looked at the prince, confused for a minute. "Oh!" You said, mentally kicking yourself. "E-early this morning... I think. I don't actually know." You said with a sheepish smile.

Newton chuckled, "Really?

"Y-yeah."

"Okay... well we should make our time together count then.

You smiled, quickly nodding your head. "Alright, your highness. Let's go!"

Newton giggled, chasing after you.

"Bloody hell, (Y/n). You sure seem to know your way around." He panted next to you.

"Uh... yeah. I-um... I explored for a bit before I came to get you." You said.

"Smart." Newton mumbled. You stopped suddenly, holding out your arm to stop the prince as well.

"What? What is it--"

You quickly shushed him, holding a finger to your lips. You pushed him back against a wall, waiting for footsteps to pass. You panted slightly, feeling your heart beat in your neck, and Newton's hot breath against your head.

He smelt good, like maple and autumn. But also spring.

He smiled, looking down at you. You turned around, and tried to hide your blush from him.

"What's wrong, luv?"

"Nothing." You said sharply. "I... uh, let's go. We don't have much time until sunrise."

Newton shrugged, but followed you, towards a small lake.

You started taking off your skirt, but were stopped by the prince.

"Wait! What are you--"

"Relax, I'm wearing my brother's shorts underneath." You said with a chuckle.

Newton blushed deeply, but nodded his head as he watched you unbutton your shirt. You smiled at him, and turned to face the water.

"You coming, your highness?" You asked with a smirk.

Newton sputtered out a 'Yes', stripping down to his boxers before he chased after you.

You screamed, but was soon shoved under water by a familiar set of arms.

Newton.

He laughed, and pulled you up. Followed by you glaring at him, shoving him back.

"Hey!" He chuckled, stumbling back a bit. His pale arms were held up in surrender.

You crossed your arms over your chest and stuck out your bottom lip in a pout.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Newton asked, trying to pull you towards him. You shrugged his touch away. "(Y/n)? C'mon, luv, what's--"

"Aha!" You shouted, jumping onto the prince, and knocking him into the water.

His protests were silence by the water.

"Who's there?!" A voice asked in the distance. Suddenly, a light followed.

You gasped, and pulled Newton under water with you. You felt his eyes on you, but you kept yours on the light until it dissapeared--as well as you could when under water.

When the light left, you shot up, panting. You turned to Newton, who was grinning.

"That was close!" He said.

"Yeah," you nodded your head. "Let's get out of here."

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Newton grinned, "This was awesome." He said. You turned your head to watch him, admiring the contagious grin that covered his face, and the way his eyes glowed in the light of the sunrise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Newton said. "...thank you."

"Of course, your majesty." You said, turning to watch the sunrise.

"You know... you don't have to call me that. Right?"

"What?" You asked, turning to face Newton.

"I mean... call me by my first name. Or Newt."

You looked back to the horizon. "Okay, Newt." You said with a grin.

Newt sighed, "So this is it, huh?"

"Mmh?" You faced the prince again.

"You know, the last time we meet."

"Oh... yeah." You said sadly.

"But it doesn't have to be." Newton said, reaching out to grasp your hand. "I mean, it's obvious the feeling's mutual, so why don't I court you? I know it's rushed, and I'm sorry, but--"

"Newton," you cut him off. "I'd love that... but I can't." You said. Newt's face fell, and it broke your heart.

"Why not?" He mumbled.

"I... I'm sorry. We have to go." You said.

"But I--" You gave Newt a look, "Okay." He finally said, standing up.

You reluctantly followed. I'm sorry. I love you.

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[namelessstoryteller]

I'm not like her other friends

Recently got a message from friend I'm calling Linn. Linn was my first friend when I started High School, and I made friends with Anna and Joe, who were her childhood friends, and a chick I chatted to in homeroom named Freda, who was Linn's bff.

Two events started the downfall from me getting kicked out of this group. I felt like a taxi driver while driving Linn and Freda around on Halloween, and mentioned to Linn, hey I don't like being a third wheel afterwards. So whenever she brought up hanging out with Freda, as I was the only friend with a car, I always rejected it. The second was I brought us tickets to Impractical Jokers, our fav show that was touring in our town that year. She agreed to pay me back the 70 over time. This was the only time I ever asked her for money in the 6 to 7 years of friendship.

Linn never had much money so I hung with her and brought the tickets, the food, and the events. I hung out with her because I could always make her laugh and loved our shared interests.

However, turns out everything that was said, was shared between Joe, Freda, family, and others. I got a bf and wanted to ask her yknow girl/perverted questions, I wanted a conversation about this stuff with her as we been friends for years and I only knew her attempts at relationships. I made her feel uncomfortable with this open conversation. I apologized but I learned this was shared with everyone and I was a bad friend for not noticing the signs.

A group chat was formed later on, with Joe, Freda, Linn, rando, and a chick named Iris. I knew Iris but I really don't know what side she was on throughout this whole thing, she had conversations with both of us and sent me screenshots from Linn, so I suspect she did the same for Linn. I made a comment, like "what up b*tches" and that fucking broke Freda. Apparently I hated her and it was aimed at her. And Im insensitive (which is a bit true but I have said worst, and Linn brings this up a lot later on).

I wanted an overnight hangout for spring break, I invited Linn, Joe, his gf, Anna, Iris. Linn knew I smoked and drank, but due to the friend group, I was never planning on bringing those items along. They didnt know I only invited them, my bestie, and a HS friend. Only Iris ever drank. Only my bestie smoked.

After hearing no, I gave up and just went to the hotel with my best friend and our HS friend. I had a good time playing uno. But Linn asked to hang that night and I told her I was doing this as I had planned a long time ago.

Apparently I got blocked from the friend group (i had it muted so I never noticed), i only noticed when I got invited back and saw the messages.

"That's so messed up of you S to leave one of your real friends whose been there for you" said iris.

It been planned for a long time, it was even planned with everyone in mind.

"I don't wanna start anything bc she'll just try 2 play the victim lol" "I don't trust her with alcohol and weed. But now I kinda don't trust her with a lot of things" "I mean if you look how Savannah grew up, you see why she is the way she is...." "I didn't like her mom the moment I saw her"

No, I had party friends and a pothead cousin. The mom comment is because my mom smokes cigarettes and Linn hated the smell and called her mom to leave my house. And I moved to my grandparents years later.

"She's reckless and tbh I'm sorry to say this but she is also kind of a hoe" said Joe. The same guy who wanted me to sleep with him when I had a bf for over a year. And he even said if I slept with him (while having a gf) that he would put in a good word. Linn agrees "I only want to find a bf and sleep with him. Not sleep with the whole town"

"Ig when I hang with her again I don't want drama but I have 2 talk 2 her maybe steer her on the right path maybe she's secretly sad. And puts her pain into weed and drinking"

No, when Im sad, I talk to you or my bestie, but then that gets shared to everyone so I stopped talking to you about my feelings.

I don't remember when this happened, but I made a comment about her oversized bra as she had tiny chachas. My mistake. Everyone has body issues, and that was hers, and I spent an hour apologizing as sometimes I do run my mouth. I just felt like the bra didn't mean much if it wasnt padded, but just there for air for her body type.

Through months of talking. Getting mad at each other. Stopped talking. Unfriending each other. Of how Im not like her other friends. We agreed on a movie. I sent her a msg at 10am asking if 10pm was a good time to go see a random movie, she read the message. I never got a message back until 9pm saying she was ready. I told her, dude message me sooner I thought you ignored me and got ready for bed. And she got mad I didn't tell her I got ready for bed while she was prepared to go out. I said it's a movie we can reschedule, it's too late to drive to her home and movies especially when it's opening night. This, of course, got her mad. I said Im sorry for the miscommunication on my part.

I heard back from her 3 days later, 4 days before the Impractical Jokers. "Are you still taking me to Impractical jokers?" At this point, I'm over these issues and her so I finally stood for a battle.

I replied, "Linn, how things are looking like right now, probably not. And I don't really feel bad since it wasnt paid." I told her I didn't want to because she more focus on the tickets when we still had last arguement.

She had 5 dollars, I told her at least 25 (not even half the price but it was something) or least try to pay me in small amounts. She said she was saving up for something so 15 at most, and I repiled like you tried saving up for these tickets.

She said "Ur like my only friend who wants me 2 pay back a concert ticket. Everyone else has brought it out of just being nice. But I did agree to pay back $70 which tbh is too much. So I said $15 but Idek bc rn I have $5" "U want me 2 ask ppl hey can u give me money bc my friend wants me 2 pay her back 4 a concert? They aint gonna do that Bc they're gonna say that's ur friend's problem"

It's your problem, Linn. Not mine.

She said this should be her bday gift, and when I brought up how much I spent on her throughout the years, she said "you never had to and Plus u should kinda do that out of being a good friend not do it 4 money btw....but now ik not 2 ask u 4 shit bc ur gonna want me 2 pay u back 4 it. I wouldn't want u 2 pay me back but that's just me 💁💁"

She msg me on my phone. Went through the cycle of her saying hey I can make payments now, and me saying it's too late since I already invited someone else, "Im money hungry/i never apologized", she had family issues and is broke, stop bringing up things in the past she already apologized for (when she brought up things I apologized for). How she kept me as a friend, how loyal she was, when all of her friends and family told her to drop me, who knew every single bad detail about me, every bad secret. Yes, this came up a lot during our disputes. Even when I told her I didn't care what her friends thought cuz I wanted just us talking.

I thought we liked to hang out together, but maybe it was just me who enjoyed those times. She always wanted someone else there. Anna, Iris and Joe I was okay with just in small amounts because of gas. Plus, those guys never had money either and I can only pay for so many. Maybe I was her friend because I had a car and okay with spending money.

So yes, I'm the bad apple. I've been living with the same guy for the last two and a half years, clean from weed for the last one and a half (bf told his dad he would stay clean, i only smoked because i was always offered some by others), drinking once a month.

And then Linn messaged me on my bday, happy birthday we should hang out with anna she misses you!

Uhuh. Sure. Maybe someday.

Sorry I had to rant since apparently I always saw myself as the victim. I did fuck up with the uncomfortable questions and bra comment. I felt I had these conversations with my other friends, so why not with the friend I had for the longest. But the movie ticket, like come on seriously?

Tl;dr toxic friendship turned bad, got witchhunted by my "friends" and money hungry for a ticket I brought.

[bae-leth]

Headcanons from my phone pt. 1

Just wanted to say that you're one of my favorite FE3H blogs and I wanted to share my headcanons with you and whoever reads this (my blog name is a mouthful jssjsksjdk so feel free to call me Miki) I havent used tumblr in a while so I'm not sure if I'm using the submission box right + I'm on mobile.

I wrote these headcanons on my phone at 3 am so majority of these might not even make sense. They're mostly ooc/crackish and some vary to a kinda modern au. I think there's some spoilers and a lil nsfw but I'm not really sure. Most are Dimitri/Felix and Sylvain/Ingrid (you can tell what I ship lmao) and mainly focus heavily on blue lions (I've done their route like 3 times already and have cried every single time 😭) I might have to put these in parts because there's just so many headcanons

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• Sylvain and Hilda are bffs. They know when they're lying to each other (when Sylvain knew Hilda was faking and vice versa). Since then, they've been able to let their guard down and open up to each other and the stress of their older brothers. Hilda states that even if her and Claude are ride and die homies and the best of friends, she wouldn't mind taking a bullet for Sylvain once in a while (to which Sylvain laughs and says the same).

• Dorothea and Ingrid are exes but they're still really close and best friends. Dorothea is hella protective over Ingrid and threatened Sylvain ("If you so much as dare hurt her, I will end you"). Sylvain knows better but agrees nevertheless.

• Dorothea and Felix are friends. They helped each other (Felix with sword training and Dorothea with reason training) and after getting to know each other after helping each other out, Felix learns more about her past and will literally fight anyone who talks shit about Dorothea.

• Dimitri and Marianne are also exes as well as still good friends. (GOD, THEIR SUPPORTS MADE ME CRY). Marianne helps Dimitri to try and win Felix over and Dimitri in return helps Marianne try to get with Claude.

• Ferdinand and Sylvain are long lost brothers (they don't even know, not even Miklan). Ferdinand transferred to the Blue Lion house and then proceeded to tell Sylvain that his father told him they're actually related and then they start learning about each other. Post timeskip, when they're alone, Ferdinand tells Sylvain that he doesnt regret transfering over to the Blue Lions because not only did he gain a new friend but he also got to know another part of his family he never knew about. Sylvain breaks down and says that even if he grew up with Miklan, he wished that Ferdinand had been there with him but he's really happy to know that at least he doesnt have another brother who's a piece of shit to him and glad to have a brother like Ferdinand.

• Glenn was originally the same age as Sylvain before he died and Sylvain had an unrequited crush on him but lowkey saw Felix in Glenn but knew Felix liked Dimitri since they were inseparable and so he just left it at that. However, as they start growing up, Sylvain starts falling for Ingrid but feels bad because that's literally a dead mans aka his past crushes fiance and it felt wrong so he suppresses the feelings until later (their A+ support).

• Ever since Felix learns to let his guard down around Dimitri when they're alone (baby steps obvi), he isnt as rude to him as he was back then. They banter and tease each other but not like dickhead Felix level that he was before. Felix starts showing somewhat more emotion and tries expressing his feelings. But only to Dimitri when they're alone. He's still kinda an ass to everyone still except Ashe, Annette, Mercedes, Dorothea, Bernadetta and Lysithea. Dimitri tells Felix it's okay to act like he hates him when they're around people because he knows Felix doesn't mean it but Felix isnt really as mean still???? (More like he feels guilty if he acts mean in public when he clearly loves Dimitri) Just calls him boar and stuff (but definitely calls him Dimitri when they're alone)

• Post timeskip Dimitri lowkey a freeky hoe. When Felix and Dimitri are first going out and have their first kiss (basically Felix's first kiss). Dimitri already had his a long time ago and even had some experience with dating and in bed. Felix is surprised that Dimitri is a good kisser and corners him about it. Dimitri can't even lie to Felix and tells him that he's already kissed before and had sex. Felix thinks it's Sylvains fault and tried to go after him and kill him but Dimitri stops him and tells him that it isn't for once. He just wanted to rebel in the middle of post timeskip (like the 2nd or 3rd year.)

• When Felix and Dimitri are gonna do the do, Felix thinks back to when he first cornered Dimitri and asked if he was a virgin (which unfortunately Dimitri isnt) and then feels a tad hurt and self conscious b/c this is Felix's first time and Dimitri notices and stops and goes like, "Felix, if this makes you uncomfortable I'm stopping. I'm not gonna continue unless you yourself are ready" and Felix never shows emotion but since Dimitri and him are alone and they're together, he slowly let's his guard down and tells Dimitri, "Listen because I'm only gonna say this once. But... it's not that I'm afraid, rather, this isn't your first time and I feel like I'll be a failure at this." But Dimitri reassures him and tells him, "I may no longer be a virgin but I love you. Felix, you're not only my lover but my best friend. I'm here for you, and I want you to know that I don't care if you're experienced or not. That won't change my love for you." and Felix just tries hard not to cry and the sex became more loving and intimate because of that conversation. As if they understand each other more.

• Ingrid and Felix talk about how moronsexual they are and how stupid their men (Sylvain and Dimitri) are but they love them so much and wouldnt trade them for the world.

• Despite Felix telling Sylvain and Ingrid no to their invitation of a double date, they somehow manage to do it. It ends somewhat pleasantly since its basically the childhood quartet all together (they think of it as a regular outing like they would used to back then)

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notes from bae: ooh these are interesting hcs!

[01littleunicorn]

For the writing prompts 8 U for graybin Please ♥ (am I abusing the fact you told me u could request more than once? Definitely yes)

Hey there!! Not abusing don’t worry, I’m always happy to write for you ^^

For explanation, the lovely person up there is my bff hence why I made an exception to the ‘’only Awakening/Fates’’ rule. She knows exactly where I am in the game and therefore knew not to ask for things happening in the later parts of the story.

Anyway first time writing for Echoes’s characters! Tobin and Gray are two of my favorites so I hope I did them justice ^^’’

8. ‘’I just want to sleep’’

U. Quiet Campsite

Pairings: Gray/Tobin

No warnings, possible spoilers if you haven’t played the game ^^

Enjoy!

The fire had finally diedout and even the remaining ashes were now running cold. A heavy silence was reigningon the campsite, with the exception of the occasional snore coming from one ofthe soldiers. The moon was high in the sky and everyone seemed to be sleeping.

Well, almosteveryone… For what felt like the thousandth time, Tobin turned around on hismakeshift bed, trying to fall asleep.

Tomorrow would be abig day. The Deliverance was going to walk on the Sluice Gate to defeat one ofDuma’s faithful and free Luthier’s sister, Delthea. The fight ahead was notgoing to be an easy one, as those arcanists from Rigel were known to be bothpowerful and vicious, but Alm refused to abandon the young mage to her fate,despite the overwhelming odds.

Coming from a largefamily, Tobin had instantly related to Luthier’s plea to save his sister. Ifany of his siblings had found their way into that kind of danger, the archerwould have begged anyone to help him rescue them. Though, living in Ram village,the dangers he would’ve had to face would’ve been more along the line ofpredators from the woods or the occasional brigands.

In any case, he wasglad Alm had agreed to help save Luthier’s sister, no matter what other membersof the Deliverance might have to say about this decision. Somehow, it remindedTobin that his friend was still the simple man he remembered from hischildhood, even though he was changing more and more into a true militaryleader.

Their battle atDesaix’s fortress remained fresh in his mind and he clearly remembered theevent that took place there. Most of them were too busy celebrating Mathilda’srescue and their victory over Zofia’s traitor to notice, but he had been therewhen Alm found the treasure residing in the general’s vault. 

The sword was beautifullydecorated and automatically caught Tobin’s eyes. However, no matter how hard hetried, the archer was unable to pick it up. Though he might not be as strong asAlm or, even if it pained him to admit it, Gray, he stillknew his way around a sword. And this one was impossible to lift. Yet, Alm thencame and took it like it was the easiest thing to do. While Tobin might not bethe smartest guy around, it was pretty obvious to him that if you can wield aweapon that legends say no one else can lift, that must mean something!

The regal weapon wasnow sitting at Alm’s side like it was the most normal thing in the world, yet hisfriend refused to talk about it to anyone. Both him and Lukas hadn’t uttered aword on the subject, even to Clive, and the archer couldn’t figure out why. Whydid Alm choose to just dismiss this event as if it was nothing? What made himnot mention it to at least his friends?

Tobin didn’t knowmuch about war and strategy and stuff, but something did not sit right withthis situation and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

With a sigh, thearcher closed his eyes again, trying once more to find some semblance of sleep,when a ruffle nearby caught his attention.

- Pssst… hey…Tobin… psst!

Recognizing the voiceof the annoying mercenary, Tobin simply rolled his eyes, attempting to ignorehis friend by pretending to be asleep. That was counting without Gray’sdetermination.

- Tobin…..Tooooobiiiiiiin…. pssst!!!

Fearing that theother man’s loud whispers would wake up the entire camp, the archer finallylooked at him with an annoyed face.

- Shut up Gray! Ijust want to sleep…

He didn’t truly thinkthis would be enough to really silence the mercenary and the latter proved himright by simply smiling at the exclamation and answering jokingly.

- Bah, you can sleepwhen you’re dead!

Even though he knewthis was just a jest, Tobin did not find it funny and simply responded with adisapproving look.

They were at war anddeath was following them at every step. It could come for any of them, at anytime, and every battle was a new wager with the reaper. Tobin was always afraidthe next fight would be his last, a fear Gray didn’t seem to share with all hisjoking and boasting around.

The mercenary justheld up his hands and simply added apologetically.

- Sorry, sorry… butstill, you must have a bit of time to spare for good ol’ Gray?

Technically speaking,Tobin would have been better off sleeping to regain his strength for tomorrow. Realisticallythough, he doubted he would ever manage to fall asleep any way and was somewhatcurious about what Gray wanted to talk about.

- Fine… what do youwant then?

The other man smiledat his capitulation and proceeded to bring his own makeshift bed closer. However,he sported a more serious look when he whispered to Tobin again.

- I wanted to askabout Alm… I mean… don’t you think he’s been changing recently?

The question didn’tsurprise Tobin that much and it took him back to his recent thoughts. Heanswered with a sigh.

- Of course, he’sbeen changing… but, honestly, everything keeps changing since we left Ramvillage! I barely recognize myself sometimes. Alm is just… more affected Iguess.

He didn’t want tobring too much on the subject. Whatever Alm’s reasons were for keeping secrets,they were his own and Tobin would respect that.

As for Gray, he seemedto think about it for a few seconds more, before adding.

- Yeah, maybe… Imean he’s always been kinda… different, I guess? You know, like he didn’tbelong at the village with the rest of us… I suppose it’s normal he found hisplace here, among all the knights and noble warriors. They’re more his pace, ifyou know what I mean…

There was truth inGray’s words and Tobin had to admit it. While they all had come a long way, Almhad always been the one standing out, much to the archer’s desperation. Alwaysthe brave and strong hero, it wasn’t much of a surprise that he seemed to befitting in his new leader role quite this easily. Maybe it was just his fate,who knows?

- Still, sometimes itfeels like he’s slowly leaving us behind to live this big hero life! He couldat least save some of the glory for his ol’ friends, you know.

Gray had added thatlast part with a wink, making Tobin roll his eyes once more. Gray was often goingon and on about that whole glory thing and the archer knew that was a big partof why he joined the Deliverance in the first place. It wasn’t that Tobindidn’t care about being recognized as a hero, but his main focus had alwaysbeen to bring money back for his family. The fame and glory would just be abonus… if he survived, that is.

- Say Tobe… what doyou think the future will be like for us?

His friend’s voicebrought Tobin out of his thoughts, making him reflect on the question. Truth betold, the archer hated thinking about the future. With every step, they seemedto get more and more involved in a situation that surpassed him and he dreadedwhat was coming on the horizon.

He sighed, turning onhis back to look at the sky.

- I don’t know…Heck! I don’t even know what tomorrow will look like… But, I guess, if I’mstill alive after all this, I would go back to Ram village to help my family onthe farm.

That was the planafter all. Go out there, fight to earn gold and bring it back to his family. Itseemed so simple back then.

Gray looked surprisedby his answer and he added, with an inquiring look.

- Really, that’s all?Is that really what you want Tobin?

There was a rareserious tone in his voice and Tobin was taken aback by the question. What elsewas there to want after all?

- Well… yeah Iguess…

But he wasn’t so sureanymore. Trying to ignore those new uncertainties, he turned his attention backto Gray.

- What about you? Anygreat plans for the future?

The reaction wasimmediate for the mercenary who responded, with a huge smile.

- Easy! I’ll marryClair and we will settle down and have lots of little Grays running around.Maybe I’ll even name one after you, Tobe!

As the darker skinnedman started to chuckle at what he probably considered a hilarious joke, Tobinsimply sighed.

Of course, Clair wasalways the answer. Ever since the young woman had rejoined the Deliverance, shewas practically all the two guys ever talked about. How beautiful she was andwho would win her heart. Tobin had to admit he didn’t have much hope for thatlast part though. If Clair was always chastising Gray about his flirtinghabits, she was at least talking to the mercenary. Beside a salutation duringtheir first meeting, Tobin had never managed to exchange anything more with thePegasus Knight, making his chances even slimmer than the laughing man’s besidehim.

Yes, Clair wasgorgeous, strong… and completely out of his league. He should just give up atthis point.

- Sure… well, Iwish you the best luck then mate… Make sure she doesn’t kill you before sayingyes…

He thought hisattempt at a joke would be enough to stop his friend from prying forward, butGray’s laugh died out almost instantly as he looked at Tobin with concern.

- Since when are youso okay with Clair and I? I mean, I know we agreed not to fight over it but…I mean, I thought you would still wanna have a chance, no?

Being a competitive man,Tobin had always strived to beat Alm or Gray at anything. Yet, he also knew hehad to choose his battles and that was a fight he had already lost.

- What chance? Shedoesn’t even look at me. Compared to Alm, or even you, I have no way of everwinning her heart. She’s a sophisticated noble; I’m a lowly commoner… that’swhat it is.

He then turned tosmile dryly at Gray.

- But don’t let thatstop you from trying for what you really want. Maybe, miracles can come true.

He added that last partmostly as a jape, although the mercenary didn’t seem to catch it. Looking atthe sky and nibbling on his bottom lip, Gray was obviously lost in thoughts andTobin had to call him twice before he responded to his name, with a bashfulsmile.

- Sorry, I was justthinking….

The need to tease wastoo strong to resist.

- I saw that and itlooked hard to do…

- Oh! shut up Tobin!

The archer simplychuckled at the mercenary’s exclamation before asking, more seriously.

- Nah, but really,what’s troubling you? Isn’t marrying Clair your dream?

Gray simply sighed,seemingly searching for his words, before answering.

- Sure… but,like… maybe that’s all it is. A dream, I mean…

He then turned backto look at the sky as he added.

- This journey’salready crazier than what I could’ve ever imagined, yet… I don’t know, maybeI just enjoy dreaming too big…

Somehow, Gray’s wordsfelt really relatable and Tobin could only nod in agreement, whispering back.

- Yeah… I know thatfeeling.

For a moment, the twoboys fell in a comfortable silence, with only the stillness of the nightsurrounding them. In this restful atmosphere, Tobin could feel his eyes closingas he yawned silently, slowly falling asleep.

- Say, Tobin…

Gray’s voice wakedhim up from his sleepy state and he turned his attention back to his friend.

- Hum?

- No matter whathappens tomorrow, or even later… we will always stay together, right?

There was a reallyserious tone in his voice, one Tobin didn’t hear often, and almost a hint ofworry. Gray sounded truly afraid that he might lose him someday and Tobin suddenlyrealised he seemed to be sharing the same fears. At the thought of losing the mercenary;of not seeing him again; of not hearing his dumb jokes once more, the archercould feel a void in his heart and blaming it on their long lasting friendshipdidn’t feel quite right.

But that was too muchthinking for this time at night.

- Of course… westarted this together and we’ll finish it together.

And, with a smile, hejokingly added.

- Besides, no matterhow hard I try, I could never get rid of you anyway.

- Hey!

The exclamation was accompaniedby a playful hit on the shoulder, as both boys started laughing loudly, tryingto stifle it enough to avoid waking their fellow soldiers.

They were both still smilingwhen Gray put his hand on the archer’s shoulder, adding with a familiar smirk.

- And, you know, lifewould be quite boring without you, my Tobi-poo!

The possessive use ofthat appellation and the gesture were enough to make Tobin blush slightly, but hesimply responded with an audible grunt.

- Aw…come on, youknow I hate that nickname.

Gray smirks just grewbigger as he winked at him.

- Oh! I know…

Then, with a yawn anda large grin, the mercenary lay down on his bed, whispering.

- Well… good-nightTobi-poo!

Remaining annoyed by theuse of the ridiculous pet name, Tobin barely answered before lying down again, hopingto be able to fall asleep this time.

But he already knewthis was a lost cause. As he closed his eyes, Tobin could still feel the heaton his face and, in the midst of all his swirling thoughts, all he could seemto think about was Gray, with his loud laugh and his dumb grin…

Damn it!

[angelicteeth]

hi our boys are disgusting

god fuck yeah they are 

Aristotle: He/Him - Leo - 18 - 6′4

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? blueee!!!!!!!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? he loves art books! his mom used to show them to him and he’s collected them ever since. would also like to collect daggers/knives/swords bc he thinks they’re neat 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothing 4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? ohhhh this guys 100% a metal head. leather jackets, spikes, ripped jeans, chains- necklaces and wallet, vans or boots, lots n lots of patches/pins- the whole ordeal! typically only wears reds, blacks, whites, and dark shades. muted colors. 5. What is your OC’s first memory? he was around 4 or 5 and his mother asked him to bake a cake with her, and he agreed, of course. they made a giant 5 layer red velvet cake with chocolate, caramel, and peanut butter chips in between and chocolate fudge drizzled on top/off the sides. they made a HUGE mess in the kitchen and all over themselves and he cherishes this memory so sooo much. 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? black panthers!!!!! he also loves dogs a lot… he? HATES?? butterflies ???7. What element would your OC be? oh boy fire 8. What is your OC’s theme song? uhhh anything Heavy Metal9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? noooooo, i dont rlly like doing this edrfghu but! he has a deep voice, its warm and deep and kinda ? sultry? idk 10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? wrath. 11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting!!! learning about history/going to museums, annnnnnd does his bf count? LOL12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? uhhh relatively patient? definitely depends. he’s VERY hot-headed but doesn’t ‘explode’ often 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, and latino! he’s also human wsedrftg14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? fucking LOVES cheese??? and big warm pretzels… CINNAMON ROLLS! hates olives ??? and most fish 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he’d really want a big cat, doesn’t matter what… just a Big Boy16. What does your OC smell like? warm, cinnamon maybe but also musky and woodsy… but he sometimes just likes smelling Clean and like semi typical guy cologne ??? or just Expensive smelling cologne,,, idk he always smells really fucking good sedfgh17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? uhhh right Now he’s just graduated high school and issss looking for work… doesn’t really know what he wants to be, honestly. he’s still trying to figure everything out 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? he fears losing completely everything he loves, specifically his boyfriend and his brother. a weakness is how hard he is on himself, and how much he isolates/pushes people away when he’s low. a strength is just how warm and caring he is. how much he loves. even if he doesn’t always see himself as strong, he is. he really, really is19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? h e a v y  m e t a l  h e ‘ s  a  f u c k i n g  m e t a l h e a d i havent looked too into it so i don’t know about songs, i WILL look into it at some point20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live on this hell planet, sadly 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? the death of his mom… and his anger… he blames himself for her death and hes struggling hard with it, since his father doesn’t help at all and blames him, too. a pet peeve he has is people leaving doors or cabinets open, it makes him so mad dftgyhu just fucking close them 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? heee was a good one ? hardest subject for him was english :/ mainly got A’s! except for english 23. What is a random fact about your OC? he cannot bake or cook anything EXCEPT breakfast foods 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he… didnt see a future until he met his boyfriend, nathan… after his mom died, so did everything else 25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber wanted to play the sims and she told me to create 2 characters but i said hey! i do one, you do one! and then we were fucking idiots and turned them into ocs dfyudfhjkl; its soooo recent that nothings changed LOL im still developing him, as i am with all of my ocs 26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? nathan… he gave him a second chance at life, he gave him a reason to want to stay alive, a future. also jordan is super super important to him they bffs xoxo (edit: dan n ty also mean the world to him) at his current age… his dad. their relationship does eventually get better but right now, hes the least important but has such a big impact on him it hurts27. What kind of childhood did your character have? A GOOD GOOD GOOOOOOD ASS CHILDHOOD up until 16 it was soooo good… his moms his best friend, he n his brother hung out all the time, and his dad wasn’t so angry or drunk28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he picks at his nails when hes nervous, but it doesnt happen very often so its nothing he tends to worry about. heee doesn’t stim but fucking loves paint mixing videos those are his shit uhhh no, no addictions… unless you literally count his bf wertyui29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “If You Sit On My Grave I WILL Haunt You” or “Long Live The King” because he’s a stupid fucking leo30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yesssssssss he wants to marry nathan So Bad sedrftyui he’s unsure about kids, though… kinda just wants a couple pets 31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his mom died on his 16th birthday driving to come pick him up. anything involving nathan… doesn’t even matter what it is, he just loves him so much32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? his mom back33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? uhhh probablyyyyy not… he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he actually killed someone,,,34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? uh he likes concerts n shit but its not like,,, a social group thing… he doesnt do that shit…35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? very vivid imagination, is often found daydreaming when hes not painting or with his bf. not really worried, honestly, kinda just lives in the moment and doesnt give a single god damn shit about a thing except on the bad days36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he wants nathan the most, out of everything- and he has him… but if he didn’t he would do anything for him. anything37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? pees with the door open esdrtyuio38. What would your character do with a million dollars? ooohhhh spoil the shit out of nathan, get a tattoo or 2, and buy art stuff!39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? eggs, leftovers, milk, orange juice, bacon, butter, and syrup. a couple of canvases, paint brushes, the shirt he slept in the night before. a couple of single issue comics, the graphic novel hes reading, a bottle of water, and a tiny art canvas. random plastic, paper, maybe an empty water bottle or 240. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? out with nathan, probably on a date. ripped jeans, dark red sweater, black shirt, boots, wallet chain, necklace chain, and a single dangly earring in his left ear 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? yell, scream, get super physical. he’s burning, he’s burning, he’s burning. make it stop, better yet, let him thrive 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? nope! he’s clean for now43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? oooooh uh he says some Shit when he’s pissed, especially to his dad44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine? doesn’t really care about it unless its from nathan. oooor if youre just being a shithead hell tell you off45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he enjoys it, wouldn’t mind it at all tbh46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? fuck, yeah. he’d do something stupid to it to see if it works and then display it in his room or give it to his bf47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? hellllll yeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. everything, anything48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? his mom was his best friend and the reason why he is the way he is. his dad was a good man, but now hes a stupid angry drunk who blames ari for his mothers death. its affected him positively and negatively, hes loving and passionate like his mother but insecure and doubtful because of his father49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? d o  n o t  l e t  h i m  h a v e  a  l o t  o f  c a n d y  p l e a s e 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? would probably elope with nathan, do some crazy shit, and hope to god he doesn’t actually fucking die 

Jordan: He/Him - Sagittarius - 19 - 6′2

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? light green2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? stamps, stickers, beanies, anything aquatic-themed, and tarot cards/witchy stuff!3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? bananas…4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? lazy type clothes, very sluggish. lots of oversized cardigans, hoodies, and sweaters. baggy shirts, but he religiously wears jeans. likes chains but preferably small ones, and usually only wallet chains. likes wearing a ring on each thumb and if hes Feelin it a couple more! punkish basically 5. What is your OC’s first memory? spying on his brother and dad training outside in the barn6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? he has a giant soft spot for cows but his favorite is whale sharks!!! he doesn’t really like frogs 7. What element would your OC be? water! but with Slight fire8. What is your OC’s theme song? something slow and sad, probably 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no! his voice is soft and low, like a lullaby. very warm and comforting, but also a lil husky10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy/lust/greed wsedfg11. What are your OC’s hobbies? reading, using tarot cards, organizing his stamps/stickers, watching documentaries, and making sure aristotle doesn’t do anything Stupid12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s pretty patient but he’s also pretty hot headed. he Will lash out when angry :/13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, bisexual, white (russian/american) also a human sedryui14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loooovvveeessss chocolate chip waffles! and breakfast foods in general. hates peas and green beans 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a cowwwww… they remind him of his mom dfghj16. What does your OC smell like? clean but ? kinda minty!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he currently works at a little bookshop/coffeeshop! he likes it but he wants to do something more when he’s graduated from college. 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? his father and crickets. how emotionally attached he gets to people. how warm and soft he is, he never stops caring for others 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? goth, heavy metal, sad/emo shit20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live here Binch21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his whole family besides his father is dead and he’s all alone with nobody to turn to. he h a t e s crunching noises. so much. also fucking HATES when people poke holes in shit just STop. 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? actually really really good, even though he looks like a fucking slacker esdrftgyhu probably got all A’s23. What is a random fact about your OC? he always has his fingernails and toenails painted black or dark red/purple24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? fuck man he doesn’t wanna live hes so fucking Tired his dark circles are permanent but ari makes life worth living sdfg25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? …once upon a time amber and i made a gang au with ari n nathan and promptly made jordan for the Shits and Giggles but it turns out i fell in love and way too deep making his character, thanks!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? aristotle, probably, because he assumes his mom is dead. least is his dad whos a fucking asshole murdering cuck27. What kind of childhood did your character have? uhhhh Not Good ill tell you that. his father only married and brought his mom to russia so she could give him kids, preferably boys. first was nikolai, second was kazimir jordan, and lastly was feliks. they were all 2 years apart, making nikolai and feliks 4, so they were all close in age and played together often. his father was most proud of nikolai but feliks had been showing signs of possibly exceeding all of their expectations. kazimir was last in everything, but he was his mothers favorite. he’ll never forgive his father for torturing him and killing everyone he loved. 28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he often picks at his nail polish, or the skin around his nails. definitely fidgets with his hands often. doesn’t stim but follows a lot of soap carving and squishy videos, also likes bread/cooking ones. he’s kind of addicted to red bulls but he’s cutting back and resorting to coffee, which he drinks black29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “hell’s waiting for me so watch your back”30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? maybe married but almost Definitely no kids. no thanks. xoxo31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his father dragged him into the barns once after he accidentally spilled something over an ‘important’ paper so his father branded him with a cross on his side. his mother used to braid his hair with baby’s breath in it when theyd play out in the field, just her and the 3 boys running around, having fun. it was peaceful, bliss32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? to tell his mother he was sorry and that he’ll never stop loving her33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? no, he’s seen what killing someone does to people34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont really like this question edrtyu35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? hes so tired all the time hes often in the clouds, never really focusing. daydreams a lot to make it through each day, pretending hes someone hes not. hoping that his mother is actually still alive, and that he doesnt have to keep reliving memories. they wont stop fading, he keeps getting them jumbled. he just wants to make more with her, be with her one last time36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? his moooooooooom, he’d do anything for her37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to turn door knobs twice before actually opening a door 38. What would your character do with a million dollars? that’s so overwhelming to him but probably pay off college shit sdfghj debt is So Scary 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? yogurt, water bottles, red bull, orange soda, and some strawberries. a pair of jeans and boxers and random books hes checked out from the library. a half empty can of red bull, the book hes currentl reading, a beanie, and a cute little jar of jelly beans ari got him. garbage can has crumbled up balls of paper, empty red bull cans, empty bottle of soda, and an old textbook.40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? probably aristotle and nathan to a concert/out to eat. wears black jeans, a baggy red and black striped sweater with a black shirt underneath, boots or vans, and prolly a wallet chain + his thumb rings41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he screams and yanks on his hair fgyuhlj;k42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? heee has a cross on his side, and a few Light scars on his face- over his bottom lip, on his forehead and on the left side of his cheek/jaw. a couple on his back and arms as well most of them are from his father…43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he’s never said anything Out Loud but in his head he says shit all the time dxgfhgjhjlio hes a snarky son of a gun44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? he will go home and Cry about it later 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? eh its Ok46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? hes pretty paranoid about it and probably shows it to ari like ‘bitch what the FUCK’47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he doodles mindlessly when hes bored in class 48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? uhhhh his dad is a big Cuck but his mom is an Angel and the best person he’s ever met. this has fucked him over hard bc hes father took her away from him and now he has nothing left so hes an anxious, paranoid Mess49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he l o v e s candy pls50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? Kill Him Now

Tyler: He/Him - Pisces - 22 - 5′7

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? baby blue and pink!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? nail polish, lamb stuffed animals, comics, seashells, and washi tapes 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothin4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? he likes soft colors, pastel. sweaters are his favorite but he also likes long sleeved shirts. dresses pretty feminine, isn’t a fan of dark colors on himself unless its his boyfriends clothes5. What is your OC’s first memory? when he was around 4 or 5 he was riding his bike when he hit a rock and went flying forward, causing him to scrape his knees and his nose to bleed 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? l o v e s  l a m b s and snails, doesn’t really like salamanders 7. What element would your OC be? w a t e r 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something soft and not too upbeat 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a very smooth and kind of feminine voice ? but its masculine enough to not misgender him,,,10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy???11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting his nails, drawing/sketching, reading comics and graphic novels, watching documentaries, and journaling!12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? very patient and rarely hot headed, gets more agitated or annoyed 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, white human boy14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? would Die for milkshakes he loves them so fucking much, isnt a big fan of hamburgers/beef in general 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a lamb or sheep he is so infatuated with them. they are so so soooo cute 16. What does your OC smell like? strawberries and cream!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? heee currently works odd hours at a gas station, it’s definitely not his dream job but its not super awful… most of the time. he wants to go to art school, actually, to learn to make jewelry and to learn how to do more with his art18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? abandonment and ultimate loneliness. he’s really self conscious but he loves with all hes got and he loves so much, and so hard19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? bubblegum pop, kpop, jpop, and some indie music!20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he here 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? he’s self conscious and in recovery for self harm/an eating disorder but he’s doing really well! its still hard but he’s pushing through… he hates having chipped nails drftugyihuo as soon as one chips, even a little, he repaints them as soon as he can22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? he was a nerd he got straight A’s and actually enjoyed school kinda erdtfyuio but only because he loves to learn, not the actual people or atmosphere 23. What is a random fact about your OC? is really interested in astrology and loves reading his horoscope 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he’s honestly trying to still figure that out but the more time he spends with his boyfriend, the more he wants to live and have a happy future with him25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber made dan, dan needed a love interest, tada!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? daaaaaannnn, his boyfriend, nathan his best friend (+ari)  annnnnnd uh ? nobody really ??? 27. What kind of childhood did your character have? he had a pretty alright childhood, kind of lonely…28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? plays with his ears if he’s super nervous, really fucking loves slime to stim and help him calm down- or chews on something29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? something gay, probably 30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yes and yes!!! he wants to get married and have a family with dan :331. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? dan got into a bad bar fight once, he was having a shitty day and the guy was being an absolute douchebag asshole and tyler wasn’t there to help him or stop him and it was just… bad… once dan took him to a petting zoo to meet and pet some sheep and he cried because it was quite possibly the nicest thing anyones ever done for him and then the dumbass also set up a picnic for afterwards and he fucking bawled again stupid gay saps32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? the funds for college esdrtf33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? nope he is a soft crybaby 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont LIKE this fucking q smfh35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he daydreams a lot, yeah, and hes almost always worried because his anxiety is an absolute bitch but hes working on it36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he just wants dan and to go to art school37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to say goodnight to all of his stuffed animals before bed every night sdfgfgghj38. What would your character do with a million dollars? a r t  s c h o o l39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? strawberries, mangos, chocolate almond milk, leftover food from a restaurant he went to with dan, and some chocolate syrup. nothing, he has to keep his room clean always. nightstand has a graphic novel and book hes currently reading, a note/poem from dan with a small lamb he got him, and a bottle of peach tea. 40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? somewhere really really fancy with dan! he’d wear a cute suit, a white one with a pastel yellow button up shirt and a black tie. wears the necklace dan got him and probably a few dainty rings that match well together/when layered 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he cries. a lot. he gets really overwhelmed when he’s angry, and tends to scream or yell42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? on his arms from self harm, his hips as well… 43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he doesn’t like saying rude things44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? uhhh if he asks he’ll probably take what the person says into consideration but if he hasnt asked, he’ll get mad/sad 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he like it46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? he gives it to dan rdyftugyhio47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? s e n d  h i m  t o  a r t  s c h o o l  p l e a s e48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? err his parents were kind of absent a lot, they traveled so much for business that he was often alone, only himself for company. his mom was loving, for the most part, when she was home. she got drunk quite often, though, but that just made her more giggly and unfocused. his dad… was hard on him, kinda abusive. often ignored him, honestly, unless it came to school and ‘being a man.’ he can be very distant at times, and self isolates often… yet he’s afraid of being alone, he doesn’t want to be abandoned, so he loves the wrong people, stays with the wrong people, because it seems right. if they stay, ill be okay, even if im still crying. even if it still hurts 49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he does like candy! gets sugar rushes sometimes sdrftugyu dan finds it so fucking cute bc he’s so hyper and giggly 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? oh please don’t stress him out like that…

Alexander: He/They - Virgo - 24 - 6′0

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? dark purple2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? swords, dragons, and bookmarks3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? dairy and bees4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? what he actually has to wear differs from what he personally likes. his father is the king so because of that, he often has to wear a lot of suits/prince attire. but personally, when he doesnt have to be Prince, he likes to wear dark and comfy clothes, a lazy emo5. What is your OC’s first memory? he vaguely remembers aster being born and wanting to help his mom take care of her 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? dragons!!! doesnt have a least favorite??? maybe mosquitos 7. What element would your OC be? hhhhh water 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something heavy and dark9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a charming n husky kinda voice !10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? greed or envy11. What are your OC’s hobbies? fighting, taking care of dragons, making rings, and reading historical books12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s been trained to be patient, for the most part, but when he’s passionate about something he tends to get hot-headed sometimes 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? non-binary, bisexual, he’s an alien so he’s kinda pinkish… same color as aster but a little lighter 14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loves seafood… isn’t really into eggs 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he Has his dream pet, a dragon, so he’s Good16. What does your OC smell like? woodsy and clean 17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he’s a prince but he works with dragons a lot!!! it’s his Dream… or to sell his rings 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? commitment, losing his family, and sharks. he gets too lost in his head at times, distances himself from everyone. he’s physically very strong and a charming/calm guy by nature 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? he’s not the biggest music guy but enjoys rock/alternative/emo stuff20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? curious about everything, goes into almost every shop he can find and tries out so many different foods…21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his last relationship was Bad and he’s still very much affected by it… he hates wearing socks to bed dfyguh it annoys him so much22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? excellent, top of his class23. What is a random fact about your OC? he loves tattoos and would love to be covered in them one day 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? currently, his outlook is very bleak dxfyuibj he’s really sad,,,25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? i gave aster siblings and then slowly developed him in my head!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? his family, specifically his siblings, anddd his ex boyfriend still haunts his almost every thought and action :/27. What kind of childhood did your character have? good!!! he and his siblings did so much stuff together dxfghjkl; i Love them28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? twists his rings a lot or shakes his leg when he’s nervous. doesn’t stim 29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? fuck, man, i have no fucking clue and neither does he30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? currently, no31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his ex boyfriend tried to kill him once. he relives that memory almost everyday, and hates himself for not telling anybody about it. his siblings always know how to cheer him up, which he’s soooo grateful for. the 3 of them went to an amusement park once and just had so much fun, eating waaaay too much and going on all of the rides 32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? happiness33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? er probably wouldn’t but if it was his ex… he would reconsider 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? his dads the king, hes a prince, so he often finds himself at balls or parties and pretends to be super charming and openly available for marriage, even though he doesn’t want it and his younger brother will most likely take the throne instead35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he never stops living in daydreams or memories and would like it all to just. stop. let him b r e a t h e36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? peace. he wants everything to stop, he wants his head to stop convincing him somethings wrong when hes fine and he wants his thoughts to stop wants the voices gone.37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he sucks skittles and starbursts for a long ass time before actually eating them…38. What would your character do with a million dollars? donate it all 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? nothing dfhgjk he hasn’t restocked it yet,,, probably some clothes and random books lying around. uhhh probably some alcohol, candy, and a map. crumpled up paper and wrappers in his garbage can40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? uh probably alone and to get wasted or high,,, doesnt matter where :/41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? self isolates and simmers in his anger, throws shit and screams because hes so mad/frustrated 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? theres some cigarette burns on his thighs from his ex, a couple on his back and arms/legs from either fighting or his ex… there’s probably more but id have to think a lot more on his ex and stuff, which i will do eventually!43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? towards the end of his relationship he probably said some harsh things to his ex44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine unless its super personal to him, then it reminds him of his ex and he cant focus on anything, he shuts down45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? inhales it. please feed him46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? stares at it for so long.. would probably carry it with him always dsfgjkl;47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he things drawing buildings is super relaxing…48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? very loving! hes very grateful for them and how supportive they are, even if its unconventional to being next in line for the throne. they just want him happy more than anything49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he loves candy, shoves it in his mouth so fast estrytuyul he only gets sugar rushes if he binges on candy around others??? never when hes just munching on it alone50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? i cant say he’d be entirely mad at his current state… would probably say his goodbyes and then just wait, or wander around waiting 

[btswishes]

Two can play this game.

BTS AU

Part1 /...

A/N: This is the beginning of the potential Jimin smut.My first I guess.Sorry for any mistakes made.

Word count:  3,988

Warning: Flirting 

  We all know what being in love is and having a crush, but what do we do when the other person starts showing interest in the most tormenting way possible?We get revenge in the same way. You have a crush on your childhood friend Park Jimin. He left the city you lived in for a couple of years and to be honest he changed in the most breathtaking way possible.

 You were walking home from the supermarket when you stopped in front of your house.The sound coming from the neighbor made you look and your mouth opened up slightly.

“Jimin!”you gasped and the boy looked at you 

“Y/N...?”his reaction was more of a question than anything else “Is it really you?” he stepped closer.Leaving the bags on the ground next to you, you leaned to hug him, but both of you stopped when the movement happened. He had muscles, you could feel them from under his shirt and he could obviously feel your chest pressing against his.

 The childhood crush hit your heart like a train. You pulled back and blushed, looking away. Jimin noticed that fast. 

“I-I better get going. M-my mom is waiting for these.”you picked up the bags and hit your head into the gate.

“Are you ok?”he asked, but you lifted your hand stopping him from getting any closer 

“I am fine.”

 You closed the door behind your back and threw the groceries on the table where your mother was sitting.Running up to your room you bashed it closed and jumped on your bed, calling up your bff.

“Hey Y/N what is go-”you cut her off immediately and screamed in the phone 

“ANNY!!!!”

“Shit girl!Don’t scream in my ear!” you took a deep breath and relaxed “Now, tell me slowly what happened.”

“So you know how I went to buy some stuff my mom asked for. I was on my way back when I heard noise from the house next to ours which made me look.So I did and I saw PARK JIMIN! Without thinking I went for a hug and girl, GIRL his body was all muscles. I choked on air, saliva, oxygen whatever you want to call it. I don’t know what is going on with me, I thought I was over him a long time ago, but my heart is beating fast and I don’t know what to do!”you took another deep breath and let your best friend talk this time

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you only got ‘over’ him because he left and you didn’t have to see him all the time when you left the house, at school and when you came back. Plus that you cried like crazy the first week, being sorry and regretting the fact you never told him how you felt. If you still have these feelings for Jimin you should tell him. Trust me I know men well and I bet he got surprised too.”

“What do you mean by that?”you asked and she giggled on the other side

“Trust me honey, I know what I am talking about.”

“But I don’t.”you commented

“Well shit then. Figure it out, I ain’t telling you obvious stuff like that.”

“So what do I do now?”you asked

“Just start random conversations with him, see if your feelings are the same or not.That sounds like a good start to me.” Anny was right, it has being a long time so it might be just the pure shock

“Ok.”it was still early in the morning, so you decided to grab something to drink and relax a bit.You hung up the phone and walked downstairs, you mother had left for work and you were alone in the house. You grabbed some cookies and a glass with them. Gently you walked over to the window and leaned on the sill, biting the sweetness you were holding. There were sounds coming from Jimin’s house so you looked over. 

 There were boxes on the grass, so you assumed that they were moving in with a lot more stuff than they left with. You saw a glimpse of Jimin’s dad and mom, they took the car and left somewhere. 

 Your heart started skipping beats when the oh so familiar blond hair popped out from the house and leaned to pick up the boxes. His muscles were flexing each time he grabbed onto something heavy. Your face started getting red and all of a sudden you realized how hot it was. True, summer wasn’t cool and pleasant, but right now it wasn’t helping it. 

“Shitty summer.”you cursed out and took a sip from your cold milk. 

 Your lips were still on the glass, when your eyes moved to the same house you have been looking at for the past 10 minutes.It seemed that not only you had something against the hot weather. His shirt was tight onto his body drenched with his sweat, his chest and every bit of his body exposed for you to look at. He reached for the bottom part of his shirt and pulled it off in one swoop. Your cheeks pushed out the liquid in your mouth everywhere and you started coughing like crazy.

His body was better than you could have ever imagined.He took a deep breath and wiped his forehead with his toned arm, you jumped up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the window as clean as you could. Steping on your chair, you reached out as high as your spit went.As you were moving your hand fast, your eyes for a second caught a glimpse of your neighbor eyeing you. 

 His gaze focused on your body, chest towards you.His shorts were hanging low and showing a playful peek at his boxers. You smiled uncomfortably and walked away as fast as you could, hiding under the kitchen table for a good 5 minutes, before taking a small look to see if he was still looking at your house.You sighed after confirm he was in his own home and crawled out, placing the glass in the sink. 

 Your heart was beating as you started remembering that sight. His body almost fully exposed to you and the whole world.You ran back to your room and dialed your best friend.

“Hel-”you cut the poor girl again

“OMG OMG OMG OMG OH MY GOODDD!”

“Y/N will you talk normally for once!” 

“....sorry...”

“That sounds better. What happened now?”Any asked

“So you know how I like drinking milk and eating cook-”

“I don’t need an explanation as long as the Harry Potter series. Be short and tell me fast.”

“JIMIN WAS SHIRTLESS!”

“I was about to tell you not to yell, but girl, girllllll. I ma let you cuss too. Are you for real? Like his chest and everything?”

“Mhm. I don’t know what is going on with me. I am confused on a lot of levels right now.”

“Not only do you love Park Jimin, but I think you need him more than you think.”

“What?!”you jumped on the bed, sitting in an exactly 90 degrees angle “That can’t be true...can it?”

“I heard he will be in our class starting tomorrow.We will see what will happen at school.I know exactly how we will do it too.”you couldn’t see her, but you knew that smirk very well

 Night hit the sky fast and you found yourself thinking about him longer than expected. The school bag next to your desk reminded you that you had to wake up early tomorrow, so you went to take a shower, the warm water creating new thoughts in your head. The warmth running over your body as the cool air from outside the room hit your skin. Water droplets making a path behind you, leading to your bathroom. You made sure that the curtains were pulled tight and dropped your towel to the floor, your elegant legs moved into a pair of cute panties and a shirt, loose enough to expose your chest from the sides.Your body was still wet in certain parts, so the material of your top stuck to some of your curves.Brushing your hair, you got in bed and turned off the light. 

 The moment the sun peeked through your window, you jumped up and got ready as fast as you could.Fridays were the best days of the school week. Summer didn’t stop your school from deciding that it was time for learning.Summer vacation was fun and all, but right now you were very excited to get to your class.

 It was going to be interesting,because when Jimin walked in he was shocked. In the room, out of 25 people there were 20 guys and 5 girls. 3 of them texting your boyfriends and you and Anny looking at the transfer student.

 You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even for a second and because of that you didn’t notice a lot of things, good thing Anny had the eye of a hawk. She didn’t say anything and continued observing the situation as the day progressed.During breaks a lot of the guys started small talk with him, nothing too serious. You on the other hand had the normal conversations with the usual group of people.Annoying or not.

“Yo Y/N.”you turned your head to see who was pulling you out of your special place and saw Jake 

“Hey.”you tried to ignore him

“Oh, come on.Don’t cut me off in just a second.”he sat in front of you and leaned onto your desk, trying his best to flirt even if he was going to get rejected.Again.

“Bro you going to get your head bashed into the desk so hard if you don’t stop flirting with her so obviously.” said Mark 

 Jack grinned and leaned his head closer to you “Well the desk isn’t the only hard thing here.”he winked and you looked disgusted at him

“That was so lame.”laughed out Angelica 

“Yeah men.”agreed Tim “Try harder next time and less creepy.”

“No girl will ever let you get close to her like that.” said Marta “You know my-”

“We don’t care what your boyfriend is like!”

 The whole class said in one voice. The whole time Jack was trying to direct your attention towards himself, you were thinking how to start a conversation with Jimin, who Anny was still keeping an eye on.

“Come on Y/N let me take you out.”this guy never gives up.You stood up and leaned towards him 

“I would kick your ass, but I am worried you will like it.”when your body got up Jimin’‘s head averted.Anny noticed that right away.

“I will like anything you want me to honey.”

“Y/N.” Tim placed his hand onto your shoulder “Just let him be.”

“Ok Jack that was enough for a whole week you slimy bastard.”Mark and Jay pulled him to the other end of the room “He won’t give up any time soon.” 

“I don’t care to be honest, he does it only at school.” you were used to his stupidity and it didn’t make you budge any more  

 During lunch everyone left the classroom to go and eat somewhere that was a bit more cool. Anny left first because she needed to buy her food, you on the other hand staid in the classroom to eat. Leaning down you reached for your bag and pulled up a small box with a sandwich and a bunch of different fruits.

 As you were standing up, you hit the desk and was about to drop your lunch when a strong hand reached out and grabbed both you and your food.

“Jack I told you-”you sighed expecting it to be that bastard again trying to make a move on you like he always did 

“He left the classroom a couple of minutes ago.”that voice you, you could feel a warm breath onto your neck. His lips almost onto your skin.”Careful next time.”he gave you the bag from behind, as his hand dropped it gently caressed your exposed thigh, which made you gasp silently.

 With trembling hands you opened the bag and took a bite out of the sandwich, his fingers lingering onto your skin. You were eating painfully slow as your mind drifted to other places, no matter how much you didn’t want it to do that. Once you finished it, you got up to through the napkin in the trash.On your way back you saw him. His legs spread, thighs about to burst out of his tight pants. Muscular arms holding onto the wood of the desk. His head was looking out of the window, giving you a great view of his jawline. You were still oblivious to the game Jimin was playing, well it was more toying with you, your feelings and your body to a certain point. He wanted to see how much you could take before jumping onto him. 

 During the whole day Jimin did random things that ended up with his hand by chance on some part of your body, his voice very deep when he talked to you or exposing his body to you a bit. Your head was spinning on amazing levels. The last period was here and your teacher gave you guys homework for tomorrow.It was Saturday, but because you were going to miss a Monday, the school wanted to make sure you didn’t miss any lessons. That was one shitty choice, but you couldn’t say anything about it. 

 As you were going home Anny pulled you, making sure you were alone in the classroom.

“What did you want to talk about?”you asked

“Are you serious with me?”she crossed her arms in front of her chest and you nodded “Oh dear.”she leaned onto a random desk that was in front of you “He likes you.”

“Who?”

“Jimin!” she almost yelled out “He is trying to make you go crazy with his actions.”

“Are you sure?”you still couldn’t believe it 100%

“Yes.”Anny threw her hands in the air “Do you think his hand keeps ‘accidentally’ landing onto your body. I saw him during lunch.”

“You were watching us!”you gasped 

“It’s not like you two fucked or anything.”she walked over to you and touched your cheek grinning “Not like you don’t want that to happen.”you pushed her hand away “Oh come on, you are acting like a shy baby.”

“Continue what you were saying.”

“He was looking at you the whole day. When you lean his eyes are on you. I am telling you, he can’t keep his hands away. Jimin is playing a game.” you relaxed and leaned into your chair, knowing exactly what was about to happen 

“What do you have in mind?”Anny placed her hands onto your shoulders and came closer so only you could hear her

“We turn the tables.”

“I am interested, go on.”

“You start acting like a tease too.Make him want you more than you want him now. “

“So you are suggesting to sexually frustrate him?”you asked lifting a brow

“No sweetie, he already is. What I am saying is that you should try making him so horny, he can’t stand it.”

“Sometimes I just love how evil you are.”you complimented her and a big smile appeared onto her lips

“Thank you.”picking up her back she looked you “Let’s go. We have a bit of time to get out plan in motion.”

  Both of you ran to your houses and started a video chat. This was the most excited you have every been and you liked it.You made sure your parents couldn’t hear a thing.What would they think if they found out their baby girl was talking about seducing someone with her friend?Well it was part of the growing up process, together with all the hormones mixing themselves in your body.

“Are you sure we should pull off something like this?”you were overthinking things again, that is why you had a crazy friend like Anny, she knew what to say “I mean I think he is just being nice and all.”

“Girl you are so oblivious to EVERYTHING. Do you have eyes on your back?”

“No...”

“Well then why are you so sure?I have been watching that boy the whole day, he does look hella fine though.”you gave her a serious look and she giggled “I know I know, chill.If you put this much energy into listening to me, you would be probably pushed against the wall in his room by now and moaning like crazy.” her words made you blush suddenly and you grabbed your pillow hiding your face in it

“Don’t say it like that!!!”you yelled out

“How else am I supposed to say it? I am not writing smut to use some kind of elaborate explanation.” she placed a notebook on her lap and took a pen “Ok, lets get this plan planning started.”

“Thanks for helping.”

“Helping?”she lifted a brow at you “Girl whatcha mean by ‘help’?I am going to do everything.If I let you think of something on your own you would probably embarrass yourself , like that time in 9th grade when-”you cut her off immediately 

“OK! I get it.”you nuzzled your head in the pillow and looked at her “What do you want to know?”

“I need to know everything since the first time you met again.”

“Well we hugged, but I actually felt his muscles under the shirt, so I panicked and pulled back fast. “

“Let me guess.He pulled back too and was looking to the side, with his hand on his mouth and a bit red?”

“How did you know?”you jumped “I might have done a dumb thing by suddenly hugging him.”

  Your sentence earned a face that had the ‘Are you serious’ look.Anny couldn’t believe what she was hearing...again.

“Listen.”you did, very carefully “As someone who has had a few boyfriends, I can tell you his reaction was caused by something else.”

“Like what?The hot weather?”

“YOU ARE FEARING STACKED GIRL!!!”Anny yelled out 

“SHHHHHHH!” you placed your finger in front of your lips “My parents could hear you!!!!”

“Sorry, but look at yourself. Everyone can see what is happening under that shirt.”

“What are you talking about, I am flat, literally A cup.”

“How can’t you see what we ALL see?We need to get you laid, that self esteem of yours needs a boost and Park Jimin is the best thing right now.Anyways we already know that he started doing the ‘Sorry my hand did it on its own’ type of tactic.”

“Should I do the same?”you asked

“No.If you try giving him a sip of his own medicine he might find out.”

“Don’t we want that?” this was the hardest puzzle you have ever done in your life

“Again, no. If he finds out he will make a move.We want that, but not immediately.The point is to frustrate him as MUCH as we can.If he doesn’t know your plan, he will think you are doing this accidentally and won’t be able to do anything. Jimin will drive himself in a corner.”

“You scare me when the devil smile pops up on your face, but that is when your plans get amazing.I am getting really interested.”

“You will get your ass up tomorrow as early as you can, I am coming over and checking your clothes.I will find something that stays in the norms of the school dress code, but can still pull his eyes towards you.Right now we need something  ‘bang’ surprising, something that will light the fire in him you know. ”

Ring Ring

“Anny there is someone ringing the doorbell.I will be right back.” you got off the bed

“Girl wait!”

“Don’t worry, I will just check the door real quick.”

 You went down the stairs and reach the door on the third ring.Unlocking it you opening as wide as you could.

“Who is i-”the words just got stuck in your throat, even air couldn’t pass through 

“He-” in the same way the greeting grabbed a hold of his neck too “M-my mom ask me to give this to your mom.”he pointed at the bag next to his legs

“Oh I see...” Jimin’s mother and yours were very good friends.You lowered your body to pick the stuff up

“Don’t worry I will do-”he stopped half way down as his eyes were met with your chest peeking out of your pajama shirt, which was very short indeed. He couldn’t remove his gaze.

“Do what?”you asked and when you looked his head shot up

“N-nothing.So like yeah.Bye!” Jimin tried to run away as fast as he could

“Jimin wait!”your mom waved and he turned around back to the place he was a few minutes ago “Y/N come and get this.”you walked over to the kitchen “Hurry, run over, it will get cold soon!”so you did, you flew back to the door

 In Jimin’s eyes you were moving so slow, he could see parts of your skin you never exposed.

“Mom said to hurry because it’s warm.”

“Yeah thanks!!!” he grabbed it out of your hands and ran as fast as he could to his house

“Strange.”you placed your hand on your waist as your heart was beating super fast ever if you looked chill on the out side. On your way up the stairs, by chance you turned to look at the mirror on the second floor, when your eyes saw...

  You were wearing the short silk pajama. Loose short shorts and a shirt that was to your bellybutton. Slamming the door of your bedroom behind yourself you stood there as straight as a board.

“I see you realized.”Anny was leaning onto her hands and grinning devilishly 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!!!???”you jumped on the bed yelling your lungs out 

“I tried, but you didn’t listen to me.But Jimin though, that boy tripped and almost face planted in your mom’s cooking.”Anny laughed out 

“How do you know that?”

“Girl, I live the house in front of yours.Did you forget?”

“So what do we do now???This wasn’t part of the plan!”

“It wasn’t, but it’s perfect. Fate is smiling over us.Tomorrow I will pay you a visit and we will discus step 2 face to face.”she winked and send you a flying kiss “Goodnight sugar. Make sure you lock the door so Jimin doesn’t get in.”

“Stop joking like that!”

“Ok ok, sorry.Get ready, the next few days will be interesting.You better get some condoms thought .” you just stared at her “Wow.”

“What?”

“I am just surprised you didn’t yell at me to be quiet.”

“No one will hear you do-”

“Y/N WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?” your dad almost broke down the door

“DAD!”you gasped “What are you doing?” panic struck you

“Repeat what you just said right now young lady!”

“Hey Mr. Y/F/N.I told Y/N that she must get the problems, in the sense that she doesn’t understand how the problems in our homework are solved.” Anny smiled as widely as she could.

“Oh.....um.”he scratched the back of his neck “If you need help with homework you can ask....”

“Dad...what did you hear?”

“Nothing sweetie. Bye Anny.”

“Bye sir.”your father closed the door and you immediately grabbed your textbook and pen

  You: OMG he heard you say condoms! Nice save though. 

   Any: I know.Good thing I know how to rhyme.

 You: Yeah.Only you can rhyme condoms and problems.

  Any:But it worked.

  You: Yeah.It’s getting late plus that my pen is running out of ink.Bye.

  Any: I can see.Bye.

 Ending the skype call, you fell back onto your bed and took a deep breath.That was a close one, but something told you your father was going to be very vigilant from now on.This will get a bit difficult, protecting his baby girl was the most important thing to him.

 Yet no matter how much you worried about that, your head seemed to drift towards Jimin all on its own.You couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.Who wouldn’t?

[k-popfantasy7]

Imagine: Chanyeol

His laughter is infectious and when he smiles at you, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Are you serious?” he laughs, already rolling the sleeves up on his arm. Your eyes flicker towards him, cheeks feeling warm when you notice the veins on his skin.

“I can cook fine,” you pout. “Just can’t grill for my life.”

Your best friend since forever laughs again, his voice so deep, yet familiar and soothing. Even though you’re both surrounded by people in this crowded restaurant and the dim lighting is awful on your eyes, Park Chanyeol is still the most ethereal being you see.

“[Y/N] that’s hilarious,” he grins, his eyes curving into half moons and you can’t help the smile that you return. You don’t really see how he finds it so funny, but your heart and how warm your cheeks feel, clearly don’t agree with your logic reasoning. 

Turning your head, you quickly grab the glass of water and chug some of it down, hoping it’ll stop you from acting anymore like a lovesick fool. 

Of course, your best friend doesn’t notice as he starts to grill the meat on the table. You watch him in silent awe. 

Chanyeol has always been a big brother figure to you, even though he’s only a year older. You both met when you were in your pre-teens; both your moms were best of friends and it just kind of happened from there on. Chanyeol loved animals and you were a sucker for squishy, adorable things. His ferret was adorable and then you realized some years later, maybe it wasn’t the furry creature he was holding, but maybe it was the way he lit up when you introduced yourself shyly and asked to hang out with him. 

Ever since, you two have been inseparable. He was your first guy friend, your first prom date (granted, you were his, too), first date (your parents thought it was funny to make it a double date when you were seventeen), and of course, first roommate. 

Now nearing twenty-four, you still lived with Chanyeol, though you both had your own careers at this point. Chanyeol worked as a producer with bigger companies that hosted idols left and right, while you were a manager of a small, restaurant chain. You had loved food since you were small, especially since your father was a chef that ran a good, thriving business for most of your childhood. 

You were proud to say, his business tactics rubbed off onto you and now here you are, the youngest manager in a growing chain of quality food businesses; but you didn’t know how to grill. The last time you grilled a steak, you burnt it and the second time (it was when Chanyeol’s other BFF, Byun Baekhyun), came over for a dinner party and you set the grill on fire. 

Chanyeol had screeched in both, delight and horror as he poured water over the grill to extinguish the flames. You didn’t hear the end of that story for weeks to come. 

Which brought us to where you are now. A Korean BBQ restaurant that was famous for its AAA beef and freshness. Yet, you were at a blank on how to even go about cooking the damn’ thing. 

So Chanyeol, being the sweet, kind friend he is, is grilling for the both of you. 

You watch as he cuts the meat into smaller portions and then setting them into the pan, watching the oil sizzle as he cooks the meat to a nice and crispy, golden colour. 

Your eyes drift towards the taller man, absentmindedly smiling at him. 

Unbeknownst to you, Chanyeol feels your gaze on him and when he looks up, feels his heart skip a beat at the dreamy look on your face. 

Clearing his throat to hide his reddening cheeks, he quickly places some meat on your plate, while also picking some kimchi for you with his chopsticks. 

“Eat first,” he smiles, tone warm and wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold day. “I’m a pro at this, so you won’t have to wait long,” he teases, winking. 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pick up your chopsticks and dig in. 

As much as you hate to feed his growing ego, Chanyeol is not kidding. The meat is delicious. He grilled it so perfectly that there’s just a hint of crispiness, while also bursting with mouthwatering flavour. 

“It’s good, huh?” he teases. 

“Yeah,” you chuckle, already grabbing another piece. “It’s amazing! You should totally become a chef at one of the chains. You would be promoted to head chef in days,” you grin in awe, popping the piece into your mouth. 

The dark-haired male grins at you, in such a fond way that it makes your heart do a flip. Why is it that he doesn’t even have to speak and you feel like you’ve heard exactly what he wants to say? The telepathic emotions are making you lightheaded. 

“Here,” you hear yourself say and suddenly, you’re picking up a piece of meat for him. 

Chanyeol looks up from grilling, a few strands of dark hair hanging over his eyes and making him look more boyish under the dim lighting. He quirks an eyebrow at you and you scoff. 

“Don’t make me stuff it in your mouth,” you tease, no malice to your words. 

Grinning, he leans across the table and takes the piece of meat into his mouth, his lips wrapping just slightly around the chopstick and making your eyes widen at the close proximity. 

Kill me now, you think, unable to stop the way your face feels so hot. It’s the heat from the grill, you tell yourself - it’s not because Chanyeol is smiling at you from under dimly lit lights and his lips are so rosy red and his cheeks are smooth and, and- 

“Is it good?” you squeak, unable to stop the way your voice stutters. 

For a moment, he just chews in silence, staring right back at you, the grill sizzling in the background, along with the collective murmurs all around you. No one else seems to notice how time has stopped for just the two of you. 

“Amazing,” he finally murmurs and you can’t help but think he’s not talking about the meat. 

You quickly set the chopsticks down, turning your gaze towards the grill and away from your handsome, dateable, single, best friend. 

A moment of silence filters between the both of you. 

Why did you even agree to go out and eat with him? You’re both usually at home, either one of you cooking or ordering take-out; why did you agree to get dressed up and go out to eat? You should’ve known better than to trust your heart to behave! 

“So…” Chanyeol begins and you slowly glance up at him. He’s solely focused on putting the cooked meat into an empty bowl and then grabbing more fresh meat from the plate to his right to put on the grill. “I heard from a little birdie that Sehun likes you.” 

You frown, surprised. “Really?” 

Oh Sehun is one of Chanyeol’s closest friends. They met in college and you refer to them as the Terror Twins with how they both pranked you and everyone else in the dormitory you were staying in during first year. Sehun had a boyish air to him, even though his face was rather stoic. You had been certain he didn’t like you when you first met him, but to your utter surprise, he liked you the quickest out of all of Chanyeol’s friends from what you’ve been told. 

Sehun is a model now - which makes sense; his body proportions and his face just screamed model-worthy during your first encounter. You two barely spoke that much after you started your career as the manager and the last time you skyped Sehun, he was doing a photoshoot in Prague, which was exactly three weeks ago. 

“Yeah… that’s what he told me,” Chanyeol sighs and you notice how tired he sounds when he says that. 

“Well,” you begin, unconsciously twirling a strand of loose hair around your finger. “He’s cute. I mean, he’s handsome - like really handsome. And I’m flattered…” You notice the way Chanyeol is staring at the grill, not even grilling anymore. 

Chanyeol who dyed his hair a pastel pink as your prom date and gave you the shock of your life when he gave you a corsage that matched his hair. 

The same Chanyeol who held your hand as you had a miniature freak out over whether or not you were going to get accepted into the culinary arts program at Seoul U - the same university he was attending for music. The same school you worked and studied your butt off to secure a spot with him because your heart was already breaking from only seeing him on rare weekends and special holidays. 

The same Park Chanyeol who was your shoulder to cry on when your first love broke your heart after telling you that he was going back to the States and that your relationship wouldn’t last, so it was easier to call it quits than drag it out. (“Drag it out?” Chanyeol hissed, “what an asshole!” You laughed through your wet lashes. “He is, isn’t he?”)

The same Park Chanyeol who cried on your shoulder when the girl of his dreams dumped him because her father wanted her with someone who was a doctor or a lawyer or an accountant - not some ‘music hippie who doesn’t have his life figured out’ (”I can’t believe he called you that! You’re so talented - you don’t need her or her snobby father!” you glared, hating how Chanyeol was curled against you like a tiny puppy that was kicked. “Maybe he’s right… maybe I’m kidding myself. There’s no way I’ll reach my dream-” “Shut up, Yeol! You know that’s bullshit. You’re fucking fantastic. Screw what her and her dad think - you’re going to make it big and I’m going to support you all the way!”). You remember the smile Chanyeol had given you then, the wet kiss he placed on your cheek and how tight his hand gripped yours. 

You two only ever had one another. Through the ups and downs, through the thick and thin, the good and bad. 

He was the only person you could remember being there for you when you needed someone the most. The only other person to be your partner in crime. You had inside jokes and talked from dawn till dusk. There was one time when he was so sick that you ended up making him soup and delivering it to his apartment in his first year. Not wanting to leave and knowing he didn’t want you to, you ended up cuddling with him in bed; admittedly, you had gotten sick, too, but you were happy. Happy because this man was going to be okay and you were going to help and be there for him no matter what. 

“But I don’t like Sehun,” you state, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through you. You’re about to say something you regret, but after years of holding it in, you have to say it. Chanyeol needs to know. 

He looks up at you, grinning slightly and you notice just how a bit of tension bleeds from his shoulders. “Sehun’s cute,” he adds, almost as if he’s trying to tease you into confessing that maybe, maybe you do like Oh Sehun. 

You roll your eyes playfully, taking the grilling tongs from Chanyeol and turning over a piece of meat on the hot plate. “Pfft, he is. But I already have a crush on someone else.” 

Chanyeol stiffens, his eyes searching yours, the brown boring into your own and making the butterflies flutter in your stomach. “Who?” 

You hum, teasing it out just a bit longer; longer to ignore the nervousness that’s building in your heart. 

“It’s not really a crush. It’s like - I think I’m in love with them, y’know? And I’ve been in love for so long… I just never realized it. Because they’re always there for me, always helping and loving me in ways that I never realized until it was almost too late.” 

“Who?” Chanyeol repeats and this time, you notice the breathy tone to his trembling voice. 

You send him a half-smile, trying to calm your racing heart and knowing you just burnt three pieces of meat and if you keep at it, the smoke alarm is most likely going to go off, but Chanyeol is just staring at you, breath held. 

“You.” 

The words leave your lips without a fight and you feel like this sudden weight is lifted off your shoulders, the tension bleeding right out of your body. You’re vulnerable, open and bare for this man - this man you love with all your heart and soul. 

Chanyeol is staring, eyes wide and it’s comical if you didn’t realize how serious the situation is. 

“M-me?!” he half-whispers, half-yells. 

You swallow, but nod. Be brave - be brave. “Yes, you.” 

A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you. 

“Aish, you’re burning the meat again,” Chanyeol murmurs, but his tone is laced funny and your spirits drop. You screwed up. He doesn’t like you like that and now you’ve made this whole relationship weird and, and you’re going to lose Chanyeol and he’ll kick you out because what were you thinking?!

“Hey.” 

You absently nod, not really hearing his voice. 

“[Y/N],” he says again and you lift your head, eyes hesitant. 

“Say ‘ah’~” 

Chanyeol lifts the piece of meat in front of you like you had done earlier and gives you one of his most dazzling smiles. 

Okay. Okay. So it’s not that bad. He might not feel the same way, but at least nothing’s really changed. At least, you don’t think so because Chanyeol is still acting like Chanyeol and you respond by playfully leaning over and taking the piece of meat, grinning brightly at him. He laughs and you laugh, too. This is familiar and nothing is going to change, even though he knows how you feel - it’s going to be okay. 

Chanyeol switches off the grill and sets the cooked meat bowl between the two of you, grabbing some for you first before he serves himself. You smile and leaning over, pick up the side dishes: radishes, kimchi, pickles and set some on his plate, in a neat row so he can choose whichever he wants to be paired with his meat. 

It’s not routine, but it’s what you both do and you don’t need words for it. 

The buzzing in your ears die down and even though you’re still nervous, it’s Chanyeol and nothing he can do or say will be to hurt you. You know him, you trust him and he in turn feels the same way about you. There’s a reason why you both work out so well. 

You slide a piece of kimchi into your mouth when Chanyeol looks up at you, his eyes dancing with mischief, his mouth curving into that familiar, bright smile that it makes your heart do a somersault. 

“For the record, I love you, too [Y/N].” 

You stop mid-chew, staring at him with wide eyes. 

He laughs, reaching over and sliding his thumb over your bottom lip, probably to wipe away sauce or something romantic - Chanyeol’s a Prince, no matter how much he disagrees. 

You smile, at first slowly and then bright and beaming. 

“About time,” you tease, but your heart is beating too fast and your head feels light, like you drank a whole bottle of soju. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, his deep voice reverberating to your ears, even in this noisy, crowded restaurant. “It is.” 

You don’t say anymore and neither does he, but he slides his free hand across the table and takes your own into his, giving you a reassuring squeeze. It’s okay, he says without words. We’re going to be okay. 

And just like that, you two fall into the familiar pattern again, even though you know it’s not the same. There’s something new, something exciting, but at the same time, because it’s Chanyeol you know it’ll be okay - because he’s there right beside you. 

“Guess what my mom said the other day,” he begins, his voice back to its vibrant, deep tone and he’s about to tell you another funny story, you can tell just from the way he sits up a little straighter, his eyes bright. 

You fall into him, just like you did at fourteen, seventeen, twenty… now. 

“Tell me about it,” you encourage and just like that, you two fall into the familiarity, but this time, you know it’s different and it’s an amazing feeling. 

If anyone has requests, please send them and I will try my best to write it for you! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it ❤️ 

[captainrandomobsessions]

Decade Recap at 5am Because Why the Fuck Not?

Ladies and gentlemen! It's a new year and a new decade! A lot of unexpected things happened in the last decade, some good, some bad. Everyone else is doing it and I'm feeling strangely confident. So let's do a quick wrap-up yeah?

2009: I was 9. I don't remember much but I was in the 4th grade.

2010: I was 10, in the fifth grade. Went to the Georgia Aquarium for the first time. We left at 6am, rode the bus for a while, explored, and came back by 4pm. My mom was there, but not my dad

2011: 6th grade! Boo-yah! I started middle school. I'm a total introvert and this was back when I read books religiously (the books I was allowed to read at least XD). Me being me, I didn't talk to people much, save for my BFF from childhood. My teachers got concerned and let me leave my class's table to sit with them. It was fun. I also started playing the flute.

2012: 7th grade was...interesting. It was the first time I hated my teachers, first time I was so mad at another student that I wanted to kill him (I had full details in my head). I had a History teacher who was great, and it was his class that I looked forward too. Also, I discovered fanfiction via a friend in the band. It was an X-Men Evolution fic that literally started with the line "It was a dark and stormy night." I joined my first two fandoms (X-Men Evolution, Lost Boys). Also, I slammed my face into a concrete floor, but I was okay.

2013: The start of mental issues I guess you could say. The first time I didn't feel good enough, the first time I wanted to die. At some point, mom made my brother and I go to a therapist but they both eventually moved away and we couldn't afford to follow them. My mom also went to a therapist but had to eventually stop going to that too.

2014: Went to Washington, D.C. in the 8th grade. It made me realize that History is fucking dope. Met my BFF, and she's the most adorable hoomun ever! Then we went to high school in August of that year, and it was nice to have friends and experience new things with the marching band. Low-key became interested in theatre, but the theatre club died that year. Also, my parents had just been divorced. Also, I'm starting to realize that girls are hot, but also internally freaked out every single time I thought about any female even remotely romantically.

2015: When I turned 15...nothing much happened... Well, there was that one time! *sly music reference is sly*

2016: I turn sixteen. All my friends had their licenses but I had just gotten my permit. Pretty sure it was one of the first times I realized that we weren't the most well-off family. My mom's health plummeted, but she's a very stubborn lady and I love her for that.

2017: In 11th grade, I got suspended out of necessity and there was a lot of crying. There was actually a shit ton of tears that year. Like, a lot of tears. I realized I was a perfectionist, and it was getting to be a problem. My brain's fucked at this point. In senior year, we finally had a theatre class/club and I was actually voted vice president. I got to be in two show that year, and it was fucking awesome! Low-key realized that the world's fucked up though. I'm still finding girls hot and my friend literally sat me down and was like. "Do you like boys? Do you like girls? You're bi." and I still was like 'my mom says bi people are confused. I'm just confused.'        *Storytime: We had this girl in theatre class who was the whole package. She could sing, act, she was fucking beautiful, had her Broadway dreams set out. She was fucking awesome. So, I'm sitting with her and another friend during a break and she's talking about Broadway and somehow, it comes up about casting stuff. My friend looks at me and I look at him and it goes like this (F = Friend, B = other girl, we nicknamed her Broadway) Me: You're going to do amazing when you get to New York. I wouldn't make it. B: What? You'll so good! Me: Thanks, but I'm black and fluffy, so I wouldn't get any parts. B: I'm sure you'd get cast. F: Nah, she's right. And I'm the same way. I'm pale as fuck and trans. So they wouldn't want to give me boy parts or girl parts. (He really fucking amazing though, he played two parts in our first show) B: *is a little upset but knew we were right* *is suddenly very optimistic* Well, things are changing! I'm sure you both will be great!

2018: I finally graduate high school with a 4.3 GPA. I go off to college. I was slapped in the face by culture shock and literally on my first day, I had to learn my opinions don't have to match my mom's. I'm still freaking out that girls are hot and I was like 'if I marry a man, it'll all be fixed'. Even then, I knew that wasn't the case. I start going to the guidance counselor who officially unofficially diagnosed me with anxiety. I stop writing, freaking out after receiving a critique on my fanfic. A critique I asked for, so I'm literally freaking out over nothing. College managed to be both hell on earth and awesome. I decided to step back from the acting part of Theatre, and I work in the management shop (we do the front of house and publicity stuff).

2019: A lot happened. Like, a lot.       Jul: The church lady that adopted me and my brother as her grandchildren died. It was...tough. She and her husband came to our band concerts, my plays in high school, etc       Aug: I almost didn't go back to college. My mom's still ill and I wanted to stay home. My grandma low-key agreed. But my mom, who hadn't finished college, was like 'hell no, you’re going back to school. We afforded it last year, we'll afford it this year'. So I went back to school. I also auditioned for a show. I auditioned with Hamilton's dying monologue, promptly fainted, got up, and had a panic attack. Not the most fun, but I got a fucking part! *happy dance* I also told my friend I had feelings for her and I felt amazing after, having finally told a girl I like her.       Oct: We did the show! My dad liked it and my mom hated it ^^" It was a show with some heavy-handed sexual overtones and some dancing and mild bit of fake alcohol drinking.       Nov: I told someone I was bi and I was like: 'Omigod, I just told someone I'm bi. So happy!' I'm also slowly getting back into writing. it's the posting part I'm freaking out about.

Thanks for reading my gibberish, if you got this far XD Happy New Year!

[jojen-hewitt]

“Better luck next time.”

Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

I realized too late that this wasn't exactly what you meant by your prompt, sorry about that, but I hope it's still okay!

The rest of my mini-fic/headcanons/ramblings about this AU are below the cut:

Okay, so right off the bat I got a little carried away with this AU and its way longer than I thought it'd be, so tldr version; Andrew and Neil are rival thieves who sometimes help each other out. Neil gives fake names, Andrew finds him interesting. Two finger salutes are used back and forth. The others make appearances. Neil's a little shit to Riko. Totally impractical, illegal, and very convenient scenarios ensue. Exactly what you'd expect from what was supposed to be a Bank Robber AU but turned more into a Cat Burglar AU. Again, sorry about that!

So, *rolls up sleeves*

Andrew, Aaron, and Nicky are a gang of thieves (Aaron is the tech/medic guy, Andrew's the thief, Nicky is usually the distraction/get away driver). The three of them have been doing this since the twins were in high school. ("It's expensive raising two twin boys as a single parent. Especially when one has expensive tastes in cars and the other wants to be a doctor!" "For the last time Nicky, stop telling people we're your kids!!")

Although Andrew has been doing this on his own for a while (it's how he got himself thrown into juvie)

Neil takes to becoming a thief after his mom died. They still went on the run because they stole from his father, so he thought that would be the best way to keep up some kind of income. He changes name and appearance to avoid police and his father (heads up now, this is the last time Nathan's mentioned, didn't know how else to add him).

Neil threw his outfit together at a thrift store (Orange was the only colour of bandana left, ok).

Andrew of course bought nice, expensive, dark clothes that can blend easily in a crowd. Also to make him look ninja like, not like anyone but Nicky would dare to admit it though.

These two first meet at the Hernandez Museum in Arizona. Neil tries to steal a painting; Andrew whacks him in the gut with his poster portfolio before grabbing the painting and high tailing it outta there, (Not before he gets a fake name from Neil (probably Stefan)),

"Better luck next time." *two finger salute*

As Neil moves on to South Carolina, sometimes the orange gets recognized, so the papers have taken to calling him The Fox ("Really, Matt? That's what they call him?" "Yeah, you know, orange face mask and he's a thief. Dan came up with it. Makes sense if you ask me.")

Side note, Neil is Matt's new roommate and Matt has no clue what's going down, but accepts that his roomie runs at weird hours and prefers to keep things surface level in conversation. They're still bffs during the day when their schedules intersect.

Dan, the investigative reporter interested in this string of robberies, lives with Renee next door to the cousins, those shifty looking guys who are always angrily whispering in German at each other and coming and going at weird times, but Nicky seems nice enough and Dan thinks Renee has a thing for Andrew, (she does not, they just spar together once a week, and Renee may or may not teach Andrew some lock picking techniques... maybe), so they let it go. 

Allison is a close friend of the girls and owns some of the valuables/buildings that get targeted. She's sort of confused when some of these items return a few weeks after Dan reports about them stolen, with a fox sticky note attached

(Neil may steal for a living, but he feels bad when he finds out some of that stuff is hers, so returns the more sentimental items. Andrew does not.)

Kevin is the detective trying to catch these thieves with his new partner - Andrew, who uses info to get a good location/hit or cover his trail. (also puts that criminal justice degree to some use).

*I debated making Kevin a security guard but liked the idea of Andrew being his partner while also being the criminal they're trying to catch dynamic better*

Kevin eventually joins up with Andrew's crew because Riko (Kevin's old partner, also on the robberies case) just took things way too far and sort of snapped, almost injuring Kevin. He won't take part in the robberies himself, but he'll help give a lead or distract the attention of the other officers when Andrew needs it. (He just wants Andrew to help keep him from Riko again.)

Kevin takes his job very seriously, but when he finds out Neil, an old childhood acquaintance, is The Fox he warns him to run before more trouble starts up with Riko (Neil does not, he's found a life here, even if some of its a lie, and he's gonna fight for it).

Kevin starts drinking around this time. (seriously, all he wanted was to be a good detective like his mom and dad, now he's covering for two thieves he's supposed to be apprehending for lord knows what reason)

Seth is a security guard who Nicky takes great pleasure in knocking out (he overheard the guy said some shitty things about gay people while they were staking out the place earlier)

Erik is the cousins' international seller.

Wymack is the police chief/commissioner and doesn’t get paid enough.

Now back to the thieving.

Neil keeps running into this guy at his heists and it turns into a sort of one sided rivalry of Neil trying to case the joint before Andrew gets there.

It barely works, Andrew always beats him there, but he gets better at it. (and someone would be lying if they said Andrew doesn't wait sometimes to see if the Fox shows up)

Neil's taken to calling Andrew the Monster because Allison hates whoever keeps stealing her stuff (also, getting hit by a portfolio tube hurts, Andrew, of course he's gonna think you're a monster at first) but after one time he hears Aaron yelling over Andrew's earpiece, he extends the title to "the Monsters".

which is also roughly when Andrew gives him some sort of name in return to Neil's alias (Chris this time around) because this has been going on for months now.

Andrew eventually makes a deal with him to help each other out because this thief is a train wreck and is gonna get them caught eventually (Andrew will keep the police off his tail and Neil just has to help Andrew with some of the trickier robberies).

Andrew tends to chat a little with this weird Fox named Alex or Stefan or Chris or Duncan or whoever he is today, just 'cause these robberies have started to bore him, but this,

this guy is something interesting

And they start to learn little seemingly inconvenient things about each other

("Oh, there's knives in those? Good to know." "Your mom's dead? Same for my brother. Paid for my car." "Favourite color is grey actually!" "You're more a raccoon than a fox." "Actually my family never celebrated holidays. What brings you to a jewelry store on Thanksgiving?" "I don't like being touched." "Tell your friend that I can in fact understand what he's saying in German... And fuck him too." "Ice cream is the best goddamn food in the world and I will gut you for saying otherwise!")

... Ok, last one is more context than verbatim, but you get the point...

As he gets better, Neil starts to leave little fox sticky notes behind with insults towards Detective Moriyama (because fuck that guy, he keeps bad mouthing The Fox in the news and saying it'd be easy to catch "an amateur like this flea"!!)

Kevin and Andrew have mini heart attacks when they find them ("why agree to my protection when you clearly have a death wish?!")

Eventually, Neil has perfected the art to the point where he can get the item/money before Andrew arrives, but against his better judgement (and the screams of his mother in his head to "Just run! Run! Get out of there while you can!") he stays, even just to leave Andrew with a new fake name.

One of these nights Neil almost gets caught by Riko on patrol, (who is still rather enraged by the last note; how does the Fox even know about his daddy issues?), so he has to change his appearance last minute to not get recognized on the streets.

Matt is the most surprised by the new auburn hair and blue eyes, but again, he rolls with it. Recommends that his girlfriend's roommate is really good with dying hair if he wants to mix it up again though.

Andrew and Aaron get into some trouble (*cough*Drake*cough*) so the Monsters are out of commission for a while.

Neil feels slightly responsible (somehow his tip off to Andrew leads to it, I don't know).

They haven't seen each other since that night.

Andrew eventually gets back into the swing of things ("Andrew are you sure..?" "Yes Nicky, now get in the fucking car.")

One night Kevin gets him a tip off about an opportunity at the EVRMR Private Bank (inside info from Jean who just so happens to hate working there and the Moriyamas, who own the place).

So as Andrew makes his way to the roof, he hears something below (hurried foot steps from all too familiar worn out shoes below) and he takes a glance and sees a flash of orange.

And there's that bothersome shadow who was only supposed to be a brief distraction from routine,

but now he's got a slightly new look and what appears to be a duffle full of what's supposed to be Andrew's cash.

Neil senses eyes on him and sees a figure on the roof and just knows.

Cue two finger salute. "Better luck next time!!"

And he's gone.

(Andrew still checks the vault and finds a fox sticky note that says 'Abram')

*cue Aaron's screams of annoyance and Nicky's demands to know if this guy is at least hot if they keep letting him take their marks*

(Kevin probably is downing a vodka bottle somewhere, but that's a given)

Next day, Riko is out for blood. Jean eventually quits and goes to work at the Trojan Bank.

Later, Dan decides to throw a house party for reasons (maybe a successful article? Matt got a promotion? A doomed attempt to get Renee and Andrew together?)

Renee calmly asks Andrew to come and he agrees for the sake of free booze (also Nicky has been making annoying puppy dog faces at the door ever since Dan asked him and he had to say no)

He's bored and tired and hates that his boss and Kevin are there

(Dan spends so much time hounding the police station for stories that Wymack has essentially adopted her)

Then Matt comes in with a quiet, auburn haired roommate called Neil.

That's when things start to get interesting.

[dammitimagines]

Captain’s Magic - Part One

Bones x Reader

Intro: After the fight with Krall (Star Trek Beyond) the enterprise crew get stuck on Yorktown. Jim and Bones run into Y/N, that knew Jim before entering the academy, becoming instantly BFFs once again, after some shots she admits to him the one who she really is interested in.

Words: 2.036

Warnings: cursing, drinking

Writer’s note: this is my first fic, so please be kind if you want to make any critics. Also, letting you know that English is not my main language, but i wanted to share this with you anyway. Hope you enjoy it!  Read Part Two *****

PART I

It was a long day for the Enterprise crew. Battling against Krall was surely exhaustive. Gladly, or not, The Federation summoned all fleet to Yorktown to get an update on new security rules. After Jim’s birthday party, the crew members were buying some time to relax and meet old friends from the Academy. For Jim, the shore leave suited like a glove, it was a precious time to meet new girls.

“Oh, Bones, look all these new people to meet” said Jim checking all possible female targets in sight

“Yeah, really impressive… While you go out making ‘new friends’ I’ll try to find out where is the local pup” Bones hits Jim on the shoulder, not impressed by his friend’s attitude. Jim understand perfectly that his old friend Bones wasn’t the most enthusiastic pal to make new friends or meet anyone that was not in medical condition. “Thank you for the party, Mr. Sensitive!”

The days passed as quick as they could imagine. The Federation Fleet meeting day has come, and Jim went to Bones’ quarters to check on him since he didn’t answered his com’link by the morning. The door opens and Jim find his friend still trying to put his boots on. “I know I’m late… Don’t you say a word!” The same old grumpy. Being off shore without a medbay to look after was worse than being stuck inside a spaceship for years. The old bourbon and his bed made him company as those two days passed. Suddenly, he smells something funny coming from the captain. “Dammit, Jim! Did you even took a shower? You smell like bouquet of jasmine and lavender!”

Jim smiled proudly “Didn’t have time! Those Aenar girls know stuff… And i didn’t knew they smelled like that when you…”

“Dammit, man! Spare me the details...” Bones stands up with some difficulties by the alcohol on his head, barely believing in his captain’s words.

“We need to know all species, you know? That’s why we’re explorers...! Come on! We‘ll be late for the meeting… I’ll tell you the details about Aenars’ antennas on the way. And I think this perfume suits me well!”

“Sure, if you want to smell like an old lady’s bathroom...” They both leave the room heading to the main building

Getting there, the corridors were confusing, Jim hadn’t sleep last two days and Bones was drunk enough to not see where he was heading to and they couldn't find the way that leads to the meeting room. Jim was telling his friends all the details of last night, against Bones’ will, of course. Suddenly some unknown female voice reaches them “Excuse me...”

They both look at a woman that seemed to be as lost as they were “Are you heading to the meeting?” They both nod speechless and embarrassed, they were just talking about weird stuff Jim’s nights had brought. “Oh-my-God… James T?” she asks in shock.

Jim stares at her and a smile emerges from his face as he recognized the woman in front of him “By the stars! If it isn’t Y/N… How have you been, little girl?” “It’s been great! Finally joined the Fleet again, getting better from the accident...” She seems clumsy and not used to talk to people “Do you mind if i join you? I’m kinda lost here… couldn’t find anyone I know”

Jim smiles as he gives his arm for her to grab on “Sure, we will be more than pleased! Bones, this is my friend Y/N from back Earth, we decide to join the Academy together when kids!”

“Chief Medical Officer Leonard McCoy. It’s a pleasure, miss.” He says avoiding looking at you, looking really nervous. His hair was messy, he smelled alcohol and he didn’t even shaved that morning. Jim asks you “What ship are you on now, Y/N?”

“I’m from none actually” you laughs “After the accident I go from ship to ship to maintain an order on the Federation rules, I study the crew behavior and search for procedures that may or may not be helpful for all vessels.”

“You’re like a spy now…? Get off!” Jim chuckles.

“I just try to make everyone’s life easier on missions.”

“Yeah, wait until she meets our Green Goblin… filling our lives with a bunch of rules...” Bones seems to be on a bad mood, he looks stressed and anxious about something.

“You got a goblin on your crew?” you joke around to see if he feels more comfortable on your presence. “Wait! I think I know where we are!” you spot a sign pointing to the main hall and grabs both by the arms walking faster as you were all terribly late for the meeting.

The room was crowded. It would be disrespectful to pass in front of all those people since the meeting had already begun. You three tried to remain unnoticed at the back of the room listening all Admirals, engineers and strategist that talked about the new procedures of the Federation.

The meeting took hours, and Jim made some jokes every time he could. When it was over you were thankful for being the ones closest to the exit door. Jim offers you a drink to remember old times and since you had been a nice company all this time and helped them find the main hall before the meeting ended.

As you get to the pub nearby, you three sit on a round table. You and Jim get along pretty well, you had lot of stuff in common as those action movies you watched on your childhood and those spaceship adventure-games that made you sign into the Federation. Surprisingly for Bones, Jim wasn’t hitting on you, everyone knew about Jim Kirk’s lady-killer fame built on the Academy. The moment he spots some pretty girl nearby he stands up, living you and the doctor alone for some time. He wasn’t much of talking like your friend James, but you try a silly chat anyway.

“So… about that ‘Goblin’ you said...” it was the only thing that came to your head at the time, you didn’t talk much with Dr. McCoy by the few hours you spent together at the meeting.

“Yeah, that half-Vulcan bastard. Keeps bossing us around as he got all answers of the universe behind those pointy ears” he seemed more relaxed after Jim had left, holding that glass of whisky on his hand, but every time he talked, his eyes were pointing somewhere else then you.

You laugh as he seemed to do his first joke all night “And how is James as a Captain?”

“Love and hate at the same time with that guy. Sometime he freaks me out. He’s stubborn, childish, irresponsible,” he drinks more as he continues “… Anyway, nobody is perfect… He’s a great Captain… always thinking about his crew, risking his ass to protect the others…. but don’t you dare tell Jim I said that to you…” He gives you a deep look with his eyebrows up and a half smile on his mouth.

“It’s our secret!” you both salute with you glasses and drink some more as you see the Captain coming back to your table, his face is red with a mark of a lady palm on it. He didn’t need to talk of what happened.

“I guess I should remember faces after talking to them again. This mark won’t help me this night”

"Nobody is perfect, I said..." Bones smiles at you and you both laugh with the joke only you could understand. Bones gets up to refresh his glass, leaving you and Jim alone for a while.

“So, Y/N. I noticed the way Bones looks at you when nobody is watching...” the Captain was a bit drunk, but not that drunk. You laugh as he realized you were interested on McCoy.

“Yeah, he seems to be a great guy. But I don’t think he could be interest in a girl like me.”

“Don’t you worry about that… and leave the magic to the Captain...” Jim words scared you a bit. What the hell was he going to do?

As Bones got back to the table, you blush a bit trying not to look at him so much.

Jim took a move to make things less weird as they were. “I received your message about the accident, but how did you get this job at the Federation? You never told me about it...”

“Actually, as you might remember, I graduated as a main pilot being able to fly any Starships from the Federation. On one of my fist missions we had an unexpected hostile encounter with an unknown Vessel that attacked our ship, killed most of my crew. I was lucky to survive, but got a severe injury on my hand that didn’t allow me to pilot a ship again” You show one of your hands with some scars from the accident. The boys look sad as you talk. Suddenly, McCoy reaches your hand and look at it carefully, examining it.

“Oh my God, Y/N. Does it still hurt? Were any fractures? Any rupture on the tendons?” he noticed his actions were a bit invasive, as your cheeks got hot red at the same time he touched you. He gently put your hand over the table again, trying not to act so weird. “Sorry, darlin’. Been awhile since I’m off medbay… it’s freaking me out” “Please, continue” Jim asks holding a laugh. He noticed his friend had made a unusual move that night.

“So… I began to analyze the situation carefully, and to think what went wrong and how to avoid it to happen to any other ship that encounter a situation like ours. I wrote a massive paper and sent it to the Federation Council, and they asked if i wanted the job. I accept it. End of story. Not all things are bad…”. You looked at McCoy as some words slipped from your mouth “…If I was still a pilot I probably wouldn’t have met you...” now you were sure it was the alcohol talking. You blush hoping he didn’t hear what you just said.

“Well, darlin’. I’m amused by your optimism.” replied the doctor “I’m not stuck on that ship for my own plans as well” He finish his drink giving you a tender smile.

Time has passed and, unfortunately, it was time to go. You all had another meeting with the Federation Ambassadors by the morning. You three agreed to meet and go together to get there before it begins this time.

Next morning Kirk and McCoy were waiting for you by the main corridor entrance. You greet Jim and barely could look at Dr. McCoy’s eyes thinking if he knew how you felt for him. He was looking cute this morning. For sure he had shaved, brushed his hair right and he smelled like (one of your favorite perfumes). It only made harder for you not to smile while talking to him.

At the meeting hall, you sit next to Jim, explaining him the subtle changes on the regulations that he should remember as captain. From time to time you kept your eyes on McCoy, and notice he placed his eyes on you, but you were too embarrassed thinking if Jim told him about what you talked last night. The meeting was boring as hell, but needed. And, God, you were anxious for it to end. Time seemed not to pass and you were so nervous thinking about what you said to McCoy last night.

You all left the room by the end of the afternoon. You and the Doctor kept quiet, just smiling at each other as nothing had happened. “Y/N, you and Bones wanna do something different tonight?” Jim asks with a big mean grin on his face.

You blush and try to change the subject for something more pleasant “So, what about some Starship Commander III tonight? I away carry it on my PADD, if i get bored during mission” you ask Jim, it was one of the movies you both watched when young.

“Can´t believe you got this movie here!” Jim was shocked “Ok! We’ll be there! 8pm, deal?” ***** Read Part Two Thank you for reading!

[haeroniel-doliet]

dwhos here for another raaaaaant (vent)? topic is friendships but lets see where thisll go! waheyy let us insert the read more. 

kayokay okay welcome youre gonna regret this; if you havent read through my shitty vents before prepare for ilegibility and thought trains going all over the place and references to things and people youll never know okay great you got off this train? cool gives me more power to crash it see ya. 

okay where do we even begin, oh lets go wild and push out a couple topics first. one is; how shit has improved being uni and how everything seems awful brighter now; why it hasnt actually improved and im lonely as ever; how lonely have i always been; but am i really lonely or just think i should have more bc expectations; why im like this and cannot form relationships

lets start with a bit of a history dive eh eh this is what youre here for, me oversharing my life to nobody thatll read it but come on anyway bc one of the reasons i even fucking do these is because; ironically enough; i have no friends to vent this to!! nobody who actually gives a shit!! and even if they did i have a lot more words and confused thoughts to write out here that would just be really mean to inflict on someone else. 

ok so, classically as a kid ive almost grown as an only child, obviously have a big bro of 7 yrs older that i never formed more of a bond to than the one we share by sharing a family. aka we barely talk. but like i know he doesnt hate me i guess? ok im not gonna go there. its a weird mess. but. all childhood was mostly me playin by myself bc our family friends had kids his age not mine, and we moved around a bunch too and people came in and out, i guess i made ‘best friends’ pretty easily, but none stuck around longer than a year maybe 2-3. bc thats how life was and as a child i guess it wasnt a bother bc hey, let me be friends with everyone! oh but protective parents also mean mostly on my own. thats cool. im totally mature to be sitting at the adults table (there was no kids table) well early at 6-7. mhmmm 

lemme return to finland and start being an early awkward preteen! oh ill be friends with everyone! oh. everyone already has their best friend or best friend group? oh i get left on the playground alone ‘playing the dog at home while they go shopping okay playground games were lame but whaddyou do’ aight cool im okay with this theyre all my friends and im gona draw you all to make friends and nobody like actually bullies me or thinks im weird i guess, anyway school work. oh okay ill make best friends w my neighbour bc were only 7 days apart in age and thats crazy!! i guess we also make friends with lil girls next door bc were 10- 12 and thats what u do. sure. i feel rather criticised by my so called bff bc. we are not on the same wavelength, i feel dumb, im never as funny even if they are hilarious to me, i do gross things w out thinking (imagine having to be told by your friend that you need to buy deodorant when you never thought abt it) and like a bunch of other stuff like not picking up on social cues they dont wanna hang out with me or they dont think looking at funny pictures on the phone is fun... oh okay i mean i guess theyre way better than me but were still friends right? uh yeah. 

okay lets take a gap and go to uk, oh wow, SHIT people actually miss me at home?? im making friends with all these kids in my neighbourhood! oh i can be like the movies where they go down the street and hang out and have movienights awesome! who this is the best! fucking halloween w other 13 yr olds?? having hobbies w them? walking to the bus together and home together?? mad. wild. friends. lets ignore the school consisting of pricks and the only time in my school career ive gotten bullied. like classic bullying. pens thrown at me, butt touched, skirt lifted, name called, teasing my ‘naivety’ (do you work at the dildo factory? haahah. are you frigid? would you have sex with me if i bought you a burger?) oh 13-14 yr olds....  ok no its a wild really good and really shit year combined into an okay year. let me just return home and promise to keep in touch and really very barely keep in touch with any of them. thanks instagram for enabling minimal contact and keeping up w each other. 

(also back then made my first post cryin to tumblr oh why cant i have tumblr besties like everyone else seems to, please someone be my internet buddy! lucky enough actually talked to Amelia a lot, though...... 14 yr old and abt 20 smth. but we played minecraft together and made two shit youtube videos of our competition participation like. you were a good friend to me. never pushed it too far and i really liked having a mature friend. such a shame you seem to have disappeared off the internet (anywehre i know how to reach you) bc hell, i would not have been opposed to meeting you finally irl at fuckin mcm like i always kinda wanted to bc i saw ppl online do, anyway i hope ur life is good and thanks) 

kay so, finally back home weve all moved past the best friend cliques okay okay my class is actually fuckin rad like whaddu you know i dont have to aggressively swear and avoid hugs anymore (self defence from that shitty year) but actually have all these wholesome friends, ofc there were stronger relationships between some people but! i was included. i felt good. it was good. i figured out this being everyones friend thing. im a proper teen now eh. oh but i still had my best friend (briefly moirail) maxx! talking everyday at least for least half an hour if not more, skype calls... watching movies together... sending shit to canada and that one mail i got from you and planning so hard a visit there, even if it felt unrealistic. maybe even spending too much time on you and not making as many connections to my class friends as i could have, u know. stuck on my phone to always be available to you. making you more important. dunno how often id talk thru a crisis in class or however late at night bc, i wanted to be there for you! i loved being needed and being an important piece in moving thru tough times. sure detrimental maybe irl but i was being too much online anyway which i still do but were not there yet. besides, that relationship has had a bit of a roller coaster in the past nearly4 yrs (is it more?) shit that started from an rp and then slowly talking more to being moirails to being the tightest best friends “momma” and all, to your irl friends breaking it up slowly, then a boyfriend really took oyur time and we didnt talk daily lt alone ever get to call bc... shit. okay but i was friends with your boyfriend and though i saw it wouldnt last i was okay with it, like right cool thats teh boyfriend and im the bestfriend. im still involved. yeah man. oh you broke up and now talk more to me! fuck yeah. ill take your side in this regardless. lets get close again even if its not quite the same. i try join your cosplay groups though i cant help feeling me joining killed them, and i followed some you were passionate on! drew all those rad characters of you and your friends to feel adequate and appreciated. then you ad your drama, hated this kid and i wasnt even rly involved. all of a sudden, tight friends, oh i get to be in a chat w you both and a rad other person i had a mild crush on! rad. hell yeah. ive never been in a groupchat like this! this is great i love it. and the vikings came up. and your new friend left bc i was a cis girl and he has problems and could not deal with me not agreeing with his shit argument. (about my countrys history!!)  anyway. they make their groupchat, groupchats die. oh. great i ruined it. okay. i no longer know whats in your life.... oh youre best friends now? i kind of have to bug you to even get added to your ‘friends page’ as dumb as it is. i get knocked right aside as hes the bff and the greatest sweetest person ever even though he still seems like a major dick and even your cool older friend agrees with me..... a load of bullshit and weve drawn apart to barely talking once a week and ive still sent you many gifts bc i think its great! until.  yeah i wasnt gonna send anymore till you promised to set me up with cosplay pieces for christmas and i freak out to send you smth in return (never got more than measurements from me, and due to shit timing i didnt even get to be there for you opening the presents which fuckin ruined it) but whats this? a year on im fucking coming to america and conviced my parents to also go to canada???? fucking insane. still we dont talk much, the plans werent like i expected but i met you and the cool older friend! amazing! it happened! youre real! i brought you more gifts and i got pictures with you and its, it doesnt feel real still. i keep the fucking bus ticket i took from toronto to guelph to remind me. sure i didnt like get much from you back and thats kay different monetary situations and all and yeah. wild. oh but we still barely talk after? no its ok i get it youre not that good with texting people anymore (even if you kept texting you bff while i was there.... like. maybe he was having a crisis i can understand but... please you barely talk to me anymore and now amazingly im there and. you still talk to him a lot. okay...)  ‘ew were not dating were just best friends!” a month later becomes ‘this is my boyfriend and bff i love him more than anything else in the world” ‘oh but hes absolutely a huge mean prick who is super self centered and manipulative,’ and i guess you needed to feel needed like i did and dedicated everything to this shitstorm of a human but. okay... weve drifted apart further, till i demanded thru to your discord (not even active anywhere else) and try damn hard to still talk to you. but its just not genuine. i wanna talk abt important shit to me and worries about myself, but life is difficult on you and i dont feel like you do the same to me so i cant. is it no longer part of our relationship? i guess) 

anyway chapter; who the fuck cares; why i feel i can open up to internet friends more than irl ones;;coming up, the other irl exploits after 9th grade. 

internet friends are based on talking over text and emotions that come up in the moment and contacting them whenever. with irl people, ive always set a sort of boundary that like. our quota of talking is irl. i might message you online but its strictly related to irl things or smth we discussed irl, u feel? even then i mostly never message anyone (thank the two friends in uni ive talked to more than anyone else) but still. theyre people i will unload burdens to IRL when im sitting with them for hours talking about our fucked up relationships with things and life and thats beautiful. but its not consistent through life? like rn all this shit. i cant just go and vent tto you (i guess i could but who knows if youre mad busy and needa be up early tomorrow or are already sleeping or have other shit on your mind, let alone would be offednede by me being so explicit abt me feelings w friendship u being my friend.) anyway, internet friends have broken that and sometimes i talk abt dumb shit ive seen that remind me of them or i wanna get a reaction from someone about and sometimes this bullshit. but more recently, (my discord has fuckin 3 ppl) i cant. i mean. idk if ever could and now theyre just being better w themselves but i cant? Ana tries being a friend and a good online friend but. i cant take it any deeper than like, look how cool this is! yeah that is cool bc theyre exhausted and dont wanna deal w others bullshit and dont want me to deal with theirs bc theyre online to avoid it. all of which i understand but. its kind of hard to deal with. like. youre currently only passionate about your gays in southpark. two things i dont care bout jack shit (actually hate south park idec) and then your response to me just like contemplating quizzes or the way i felt in the mirror at ballet or like smth that comes up to me when im talking abt normal shit, i get an ok, i dk how to respond or, i dont really care. and wildly i love the honesty, and glad to have lines drawn for me when i dont see them, but it always feels like a smack in the face regardless. having stepped out of line and not having realised and stopped before they had to tell me to stop. like it was w that old neighbour bff. i could never tell when she wanted me to leave her alone or smth bc i was having fun! but shed be tired of it and it just. always hurt realising i was too wrapped up in emotion and myself to realise i was annoying or overstepping boundaries and im still terribly self concious about it bc i feel terrible being a bad person like that! i wanna be the perfect friend.ugh. 

the other people on my discord are maxx and the cool older canadian dan, who still is rly cool and admirable. and i feel bad. bc when i first got the dumb thing i talked to him like adults! yea! talked abt maxx and a bit of college and a bit of life and like. it was good! he said good night friend <3 which is like!!! the most wild and exciting thing it fuckin exhilirates me to be called friend in converstion like please fuck validate me being your friend!!!! (god isnt that sad and basically gonna sum up this whole thing) anyway recently im sure things have been sad or busy or hes just that kinda person but my last 4? attempts for convo have gotten no response, even when hes online (supposedly when its ok to message him) and i no longer want to say anything unless its smth im sure id get a response to. bc then im just buggering and annoying the poor guy and become annoying. (even if hes said he doesnt mind and thinks im a great person. i hope) and maxx u know. i can message, and i do, and now more than in a rly long time i- oh my god i get responses!! still they cut short. theres no, hey sorry i dont care or, hey i gotta go, or hey i dont wanna talk abt this, just. no more responses. and i guess my conversational skills are rusty and i havent written anything thatd get an easy response from them! (but stilll, should talking to friends rly require you to formulate conversation starters and talk in a way that doesnt provoke too much but is just easy enough for them to respond briefly and with no investment to make talking to me easy as possible? idk even iguess? maybe im shit at having friends and thats why i have none. shush.)

okay lets head back to irl. high school was shitty weird thing, around 10 ppl in class and i only made friends w 3? got bullied for a good couple days on a trip by 1 and another class person. terrible trying to make friends and keep friendly with everyone in a tiny school but i managed and alls good, and even still, just made friends with the most compatible people, not sure if id have been friends with otherwise. one a nervous wreck of a boy that the teacher tried to like ‘ship us together with’ but while he had a girlfriend and we managed to keep conversation joking and chill (as it should be and i made good sure of it) it was fine, he still like i a very girlfriend oriented person and i guess doesnt chat much online w other girls? im cool with it, a couple snap updates on life here an there its whatever. youre an anxious person anyway and we dont always like. work as friends. another was from japan, who id decieded to make a friend if only to have a friend in japan to visit and to teach me a bit (and teach us to make food! okay im so glad we were friends) and at school it was great enough. helped her get confident in speaking english and correcting work and sitting together at lunch and hanging out outside of school on the rare occasion schedules lined up was fab! i actually am gonna miss her. even if we werent close. and i feel bad bc idk if she wants to keep in contact, and i really suppose i should just aim to write her like a text once a month or so to keep in touch thatd be good, cover that. keep up english and so on. maybe (ps old friends from childhood pop up every now and then on social media and have the rare chat which is quite nice actually! even if im not active or keep them updated, some realtionships i like to leave lukewarm and not hateful but smth thats easy to catch up with if opportunity comes up. i actually can do that quite a lot, make good conversation and feel friendly and make acquaintances. i just. have no idea how to push them to proper active friendships (it just happens sometimes by accident) and no absolute clue how to make htat into a very close “bff we share everything i can message you whenever” kinda relationship classic media like facebook portrays idk. do i need it? i guess not but i kinda wanna know what thats like bc relationships are not a thing for me. lets make that its own paragraph) oh but also on old school friends my frustration of a few days, just. a friend that is the easiest to keep in touch with bc they intitiate and have time and want to do things, but god its annoying and i dont like them. our humours dont align and i feel judged and criticised and like. idk. dont feel great w them. theres moments of like genuine “im glad i met you bc i would have switched schools otherwise” from her and a jar of reminders why were friends and some good memories, but its just. she drains me. and i dont wanna talk deep w her. and though to some other friend it seems like we are heckin dating in secret bc of how comfortable we are and how much we end up communicating to organise things, uhm were not. i wouldnt date her ever im sorry. struggling to stay friends and have it fade to the background amicably before i do or say smth wrong and fuck it up. anyway its just bugging me and i hate it bc i feel bad for her and bad for myself and its just a mess that i dont wanna deal with that mucheven if i talked my parents ear off about it.

ok intermission to parents. in a way no. no fuck they are not my friends. my mom will never be my best friend and i dont think they want that either,being classic parents and allbut i guess, sometimes when i get past the ugh youll never understand youre so god damn annoying!! teenage phase my brain still has, i do talk to them about a lot of things that upset me, bc unlike friends, they cant decide not to care about me or stop talking to me u know. i have vented about shit practices that have really tested my self worth and lack of emotions (remind sobbing like a bitch with a mud covered ass walking home from a terrible skating practice and falling in the rain) and mom comforting thru it. mind telling them all the pent up feelings abt flatmates and analysing them to her like”well shes rly nice and we talk abt this and this but i cant help but feel she doesnt really wanna talk to me and also they didnt wanna hang out and they keep leaving their dishes and told me to clean mine but they did this and that and....” i never talk about internet friends or a lot abt other things bc. not relevant and i dont think id hear what i wanna hear. but im kinda glad i still can do that and vent to them abt like real life things and things that upset me even if its not exhaustive and i cant do everything and they dont fill the gap of this “true best friend” i have emulated. but thats a point of why im not rly lonely. bc i have outlets to a lot of these needs that im not missing it all . just dont have it all in one person or even a small group of ppl.

wht next. oh remind me to come back to group things online. anyway lets give uni a try. so weve talked abt my two impressive friends irl who take the same course as me and kind of have dragged me thru and have gone to hobbies w me and hung out w me for hours and actually come to visist me in london an been cool? yeah theyre pretty rad people and very smart and im glad theyre in my life. even if w al the ranting im not comfortable messaging them all hours of the night to talk abt all my insecuritites and thoughts and problems u know. and one is dating and both have flatmate drama and other groups of friends and tho theyre friends between each other we dont like. make the ultimate trio which is why were not moving in together ( also reminder to being called the 3 musketeers w my high school two gals bc we were seein kinda doing everything together (in school) by me sticking us all together with my “i need to feel validated with friends” glue. that was quite nice.) 

but like in uni, ive said it to a lot of people. its amazing. ive never been happier knowing this many people. i dont make drama, i almost never get included in any drama so all i get are friends!!! and having flatmates, and flatmates friends, and class mates, and people ive just met , and hobby friends i just knew so many people thatd be friendly to me and even smile at me in passing it feels great man. having multiple group hobbies and socials to go to (even if i dont drink much and its not like were partying) it feels good man. i want more of this next term now that i have no”i dont know anyone there” excuses. god i love it. i love waving to people i know, i love getting a ride from someone to go hang out t another friends place and people knowing me by name and caring about my presence! (though not too much, like nobody would miss me i guess, but i still have more of a place to carve and i cant say for sure that they did not notice me missing) anyway archery has been terrbily wholesome and one of the best things ive invested time into and im sad some of the happy faces there are leaving this summer....... and sure none of these friends have gone even to proper hugging levels, let alone talking together without a group of people or god, messaging privately if not strictly club stuff (ok theres like, a couple, one that im delighted about and cant wait to hang w in finland even tho theyre cooler than me)  but u know, same problem w. hm were friends within this hobby group. were not like. actually friends outside of this and wouldnt hang outside of it. uh. yeah. dont rly have that many that kinda friends..... just 2 in fact. ill work on that.... 

side note, i try joining in online groups like mxrp discords, and an odd skype chat for homestuck cosplayers. but its kinda the worst. i dont mind observing and reading in and commenting in my head and rarely actually participating tho nobody knows who i am, but like. nobody knows who i am or cares if im there at all. and its kind of a not great feeling. im not needed or wanted here. they just dont mind me being there u know. idk wht to do with those feelings. i dont really wanna make myself obnoxiously present and make people remember and want to talk to me and actually become immersed in it, bc these dont seem like that great people idk. i guess im too  ‘mature’ to just go omg i love you an all that. 

anyway lets dive into hmmmmmm  why am i still lonely? funny question eh. its because i have no consistent close relationships with anyone. have i ever? maxx was closest but i guess nawh here we are. i can get close to u in a night of just talking for hours but. if it doesnt carry through consistently does it count? i have a couple people to message when im delighted abt smth (heck even post to snapchat to get those lukewarm friendships to be reminded of me) and i have my parents to be sad to about a certain category of things that i share w them (like hobby frustrations and friends theyve met frustrations, and some body upset) i have this hunk of friends in uni i can hang out and chill with and will continue making better friends with gladly. im not an isolated herrmit (all the time) nor do i think im socially despicable. im just. normal. online ive felt more and more as much as i spend my entire day online w all these things im not an internet person??im not always posting on social media, im not always talking to 10 ppl at once, im not writing or creating media, im not consuming other than youtube actually, (like i dont watch shows u knw) , all i do is rp when i muster the strength and hang out lukewarm on tumblr posting rants and reblogging pretty and fun things, not getting involved much. not a fan of anything, not obsessed w anything, not overtly gay ( i dont even know what i am but girls are pretty and sex and relationships get gross as soon as you add me into the picture) and not an exciting personality. hell. i currently fuckin like ballet and archery and like. thats about it. (also hahahhahh catch me going down the abc list of hobbies, aikido, archery, badminton (w archery ppl) ballet. what next. cricket? crochet... cooking? dance (ballet) fencing gaming (hah no), hockey? ice skating ( im already doing it) like look at me anyway shh) im not trans and i dont feel gay enough to fit in (what a rant that is, but im just ignoring it for now) im so boring. too reational, too uninvolved, too unopinionated/have an opinion but prefer to keep quiet and at peace. i guess this is what normal people are like off the internet. and ill just deal with it. but how normal people fill the gap are these ridiculously idealistic bff groups that i clearly dunno how to achieve, and uh. relationships.

so i can foresee a future where an imaginative foggy figure will care about me so much and want to hear all these rants and talk about all my wild thoughts with me and love me and remind me of it and be happy around me and think im funny and make me feel good and loved and better than i am and be someone i love being aorund constantly and wont have to feel self concious with or like i need to be putting on the front that is not gross and is a lovely sociable person. like i doubt they even exist. the kind im specifically thinking off thatll make life a sunset gold and unbelievably happy and good. ill save that sunset gold feeling to my dream future, one in which im happy with my body and personality and have that shadowy figure that makes me all whole and better than im alone and all these pets and animals that i love and love me and plants and color and art and whimsical decorations and yknow. i see it in my head. it feels real good. i kinda wanna see if itll actually happen. it just. it feels so fuzzy and warm and i would love for that actually be real and look back on this and be like. i have it. everythings complete. we can dream. i might get it when im grey and old and all alone but found smth that makes it that good. anyway im not discounting that there might be ‘the one’ in that future, the perfect one. but. i still doubt in the present when or if ill ever meet them let alone if i do htat anything would happen. ive never ever dated anyone or even come close to it. i dont understand how people just, end up in relationships or almost always have one, and i guess im not trying to bc idk if i want it-  idk if im ready for it, but its a weird one ill tell u. i feel with this perfect imaginary figures all these bad feelings would go away and i could talk about them and someone help me fix them and become more and better than my thoughts. but i dont wanna look for one. i dont wanna experiment in relationships so that im ready and wont fuck it up when the one comes bc, its horrendous and stressful and im gross! im not dating material. nah. and obviously nobodys tried to date me so were all on the same page. honestly once i sort out the other things wrong w me, i might just get to therapy for this shit. like. why are relationships such a shit concept to me and like why and how do i deal with it without just saying fuck it relationshipss are not for me. i have no doubt ill keep making connections and friends throughout my life in all different random places, but im actually... kinda afraid none will stick around. if i cant form consistent strong friendships theyre al gonna fade away and ill have nobody when i need someone. having that one solid person would really help bc theyre there thick and thin i guess aparently. i have myself, but considering what a mess i am idk if thats enough at all. i think i should change myself an awful lot though before a relationship could happen. like. nobody wants a barely showering fat chubby in an awkwardway terrible skinned messy sad blabbery person. like. just a gross one. i gotta become so much better before i can even consider letting someone past to get this close i guess. i guess. these feelings are really not settling here and i feel off the rocker. like unsettled and uneasy. also i need to pee which is rly not helping feel less gross. that and my hair is nasty greasy bc rather than take a shower at a reasonable time i did.... nothing. and then i started writing this an hour, two hours ago? more? idk. 

kay then, we have reflected briefly while i was away on how fat and ugly i am and how hopeless considering ive been trying to finish a knitting project for my baby cousin and start drawing again or even just playing my old pokemon game (yknow summer vacay) things in the past few days. nawh. havent. even more productively i should have done actual exercise to build my stamina and make faster improvements in ballet and actually try and tackle the fat and ugly feeling in 8 weeks (but that like... requires diet control... which is hard?) and like o u know. finishing my fucking university course ive lied to everyone abt? ok lets be real i have passed the year and can move into the next w the credits i have and passed all the mandatory classes. but. i want/ need to pass this class. and i already forked out 30 pounds hopefully correctly to apply for a resubmission (more like first submission) of all these projects and its hard. considering in my hirearchy of shit that needs to be done (easiest most necessary first)  i havent even reached the first ladder of like washing my nasty hair. the ladder includes all the above projects and at the end of it is like completing that course (needs to be done by the end of the month u kno bitchh. u dont know how long its gonna take you cannot leave it to the last few days. and this other bulshit course idk if ill even get credit for completing late and dont know if i care but i guess i gotta do it anyway 

basically i just wanna d ie. thatd be nice. id not have to feel fat and stupid and worthless and discomfrot in my own skin and just. nasty and numb but bad all over. okay im really not feeling great bout now. but thanks to all the above weve realised i have nobody to talk to whod talk me out of these feelings and comfort me (let alone if im capable as a person to accept that considering theyd have to be very convicing to get past me going “mhmmm but youre wrong” ) 

anyway this has been terribland i havent achieved anything but feelin kinda bad. we have covered that ive never had proper friendships and that might be detrimental to me ever forming the kind of close companionship i seem to be missing, however at least i can make easy friends briefly and as such know im not a terrible person thru and thru that people hate. i just dont know how to cross that nd not be horribly annoying or how to find those kind of people bc shit and bullshit. do i need it? no i guess ill be fine. would it make my life better and more worth it? probably. id hope so. i mean it seems pretty important in human existence for there to be so damn many songs and movies and aboslutely everything focused around it. 

anyway. i know nobodys gonna finish reading this and i kinda hope i dont read back on this either. my cringey diary moments hidden under a readmore on tumblr. whats sadder.... tsk who wants to figure out how many words this all is? 

mhmmmm mmm 7 pages on word and 6059 words. damn gurl. no FUCKIN WONDer nobody wants to talk to me about my thoughts and feelings when they just erupt. bc even by erupt i mean a mild discomfort that im trying to pin down to a cause and an actual feeling so and so unsuccessfully.